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Slowly, the wine rewarded her with its complex, subtle flavors... apricot, pear,a hint of vanilla... and some indescribable flavor that made her think of sun-drenched, flowery meadows.
Marjoram ... Blushes.
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
And please don't say 'blue,' or I might go absolutely mad right here on this bench.
IMITATION CITRUS FLAVORED DIETARY ARTIFICIALLY SWEETENED CARBONATED BEVERAGE. That, I submit, is not a label; it is an incantation. Someday, it should be set to a suitable plainsong tune or Anglican chant.
A radiant glow enveloped Alaura. Soft eruptions of various shades of effervescent green danced in the air and frolicked in the locks of her dark blonde hair. Whispers of yellows and blues revealed themselves near the skin, kissing the air with each leap.
A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.
My alar is like the ocean in storm. (Devi)
What child has ever known the country and has not twined hundreds of fragrant wreaths with the yellow shining cowslip and the more frail and delicate violet - mingling here and there green leaves culled from the odorous eglantine, or, as we more commonly call it, sweetbriar.
Painting it was hard graft ... in addition red, yellow, brown ochre, black, terra sienna, bistre, and the result is a red-brown that varies from bistre to deep wine-red and to pale, blond reddish ...
It was a clear, apple-green
I didn't actually know what regret tasted like - but I imagined if it did have a flavor, it would be lutefisk.
What is [insert name here]? Does it taste good?
What was I drinking last night? Furniture polish?
In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
My favorite pudding is good old English apple pie.
I can't live without my dark plum eyeliner. I use liquid because it's easier on my eyes.
Ashryver eyes.
The fairest eyes, from legends old
of brightest, ringed with gold.
The tarter the apple, the tastier the cider.
Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best
...from the big tobacco barns there welled forth a fragrance that was for these Kentuckians, the soul of autumn. Oozing out into the sunshine from every crack in the great structures, it exhilarated like an elixir, like a long draught of some rich, spicy wine.
Late season fruits.
The blood orange has its admirer, who suck it smugly. Cooks stalk it; they'd like to put it in some tartare sauce. However, some, like me, turn their noses up. In silence they mould bits of bread into balls, delighting in their work, then chuck them in God's face.
Salinas for the alkali which was white as salt.
Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
What is stronger that color and sweeter that honey is the love of the human race
Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.
A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup
Aladdin's lamp is mine.
...heavy satin that fell like spilled syrup...
Of late the nights
are dawning
plum-blossom white.
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh ...
The word that almost makes me throw up is satin; damask makes me throw up.
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
the bed, narrow apple-green draperies at
White lilies, the kind you would give to a bride or a corpse.
Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet's horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
Rainbows, very macho -Leo
I require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.
Beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water
Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered ... sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks ...
Sparkling and bright in liquid light Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would choose to dream in.
I came up with American Splendor. Some people think it's American Squalor.
Blue paint among the ancients, or red paint among the modern Britons.
My favorite fur is wild acrylic.
coltish-looking,
Beer ... a high and mighty liquor.
The cunning livery of hell.
A rose will smell as sweet by any other name, but it must be the rose of liberty that I want and not the artificial product.
Oleanders have attractive flowers, they decorate nature beautifully, but they are poisonous; and a woman is an oleander; it's all right to watch her once in a while, but then you must walk away without touching her; if you ever try to taste her even once, you'll head for hell!
piece of Turkey carpet
nocturnal purple.
Did you smell that?
Banana I guess.
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
Cherimoya, the most delicious fruit known to men.
voluptuous sluggard,
I'm a fan of parchment and wood pulp.
Skins tanned to the consistency of well-traveled alligator suitcases.
There's nothing like a nice piece of hickory,
All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
A carbonated wine foisted upon Americans (who else would drink it?) by winery ad agencies as a way of getting rid of inferior champagne by mixing it with inferior burgundy.
Oak and iron, guard me well, or else I'm dead, and doomed to hell.
Sweet cherry wine, so very fine, take it on down, pass it all around.
Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.
Figs that drip with honey, sugar blown into curls and flowers.
The snow light flared on brightness. Blue: intense as a midsummer sky, obtained from grinding precious lapis lazuli carried by camel caravan all the way from the mountains of Afghanistan.
a heavy, hooded wool
Sherry, the civilized drink.
What's your avocado?
Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies.
What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?
The poison dart hidden in the raisin tart. ...
I wanted something very dense, something that would sustain long and more pieces of wood that would be soft, sweet, for more of a mellow sound.
See, if you said green bean, I'd be very upset. However, if you told her an eggplant, I'd probably never wear pants again. So what's it going to be, Jess?
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
Akinli: You never told me your favorite color before you left
Kahlen: So many, but mostly I like the color of autumn
Akinli: The color of autumn...yea how everything looks like it's on fire
Kahlen: But it's dying! Death never looked so lovely
Until I was a teenager, I used red pokeberries for lipstick and a burnt matchstick for eyeliner. I used honeysuckle for perfume.
For my sustenance at night,
the whole that my hands can glean
from the gloom of the oak-gloomed oaks
the herbs and the plenteous fruits ...
Apelles used to paint a good housewife on a snail, to import that she home-keeping.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
Searching for the scent
of the early plum,
I found it by the eaves
Of a proud storehouse.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Hot crumpets with butter and jam - what could be more ambrosial?
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?
A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.
If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?
She was partial to emeralds; she said they were the single thing that remained constant, always green, always the same ... My mother had been right, it was one thing that lasted, the one thing we could depend on. Other than our love for each other, it was all we had right now.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
vanilla with a twist.
It was a fruit we had never seen before, larger than an apple, about the size of a grapefruit. It was round and yellow like the leaves of a neglected book.
You should see Nina's clan tartan," she said, pouring herself more tea. "It's white with orange, green, and royal blue. Horrendous."
"We took to calling any obnoxious pattern Clan MacGarish," I said.
"Or MacHideous," added Laurence.
"MacUgly," I continued.
"MacClash," he countered.
We'll make leadplant tea instead of coffe.Just tell them it's imported." Jesse whispered.
"Mama,you taught me never to lie," LisBeth chided.
"Well,it is imported-from the prairie!
BRANDY, n. A cordial composed on one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the-grave and four parts clarified Satan.
You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?
floral olive oil sorbet with mandarin orange swirls.