orangeblossom

plural orangeblossoms

1. countableuncommonuncountableUncommon form of orange blossom.

   Got up as a young bride, man, veil orangeblossoms, drove out the road to Malahide.

   1922 February 2, James Joyce, “[Episode 3: Proteus]”, in Ulysses, Paris: Shakespeare and Company […], →OCLC, part I [Telemachia], page 43

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   The underskirt is plaited in front and trimmed with rich lace, caught up by sprays of orangeblossom. The train is long and plain. The high bodice has folds of silk from the right shoulder to the waist, and the front is filled in with lace, fastened by a spray of orangeblossom on the collar at the left side. Three-quarter sleeves with lace cuffs, ornamented by a spray of orangeblossom. Orangeblossom in the hair, with a long tulle veil.

   1888 September, “Fashions for September”, in Peterson’s Magazine, volume XCIV, number 3, Philadelphia, Pa., →OCLC, page 283, column 2

   Ethel[’]s raiments were of bridal white, the sprig of orangeblossom was gracefully fastened by a tender hand.

   1895, Aroda Reym, “New Prospects”, in A Life-Contrast, volume II, Hamburg: Jürgensen & Becker, →OCLC, page 35

   In Seville / he lifted the whole weight of orangeblossom scent / and went off with it and spangled dolphins spouting crystal / and some cascade music frozen into tiles.

   1961, Josephine Jacobsen, “Lines for the Thieving Angel”, in Harold Vinal, editor, Voices: A Journal of Poetry, Portland, Me.: Progressive Printing - Manifold Co., →OCLC, page 18

   I am literally a child of Esquire, or hidden sin of Mr. Esky’s, since my first drinks wers^([sic]) stolen bottles of Tanqueray, Beefeater, Cutty Sark, Lemon Hart Jamaica, molassesdark Myers, Benedictine, Drambuie, Cointreau, Triple Sec, Hennessy, Courvoisier, Grand Marnier, that orangeblossom Scotch liqueur, […] Death isn’t easy to give up. We all know how he felt sipping away at it, verse after verse. And we know it more strongly some days than others, when the romance floods back with a knockout whiff of orangeblossom scotch, […]

   1981, Donald Newlove, Those Drinking Days: Myself and Other Writers, New York, N.Y.: Horizon Press, →ISBN, pages 24 (Part One: Drunkspeare) and 118 (Part Two: Little Dreamland)

   You and I, sister, sink / in its round warmth, as in proper work, / of survival we make peace: / there are no markets replete / with oranges and their incense of orangeblossom, / nor purplish song of the tomato, / nor rich green offering / of lettuce in the air / with their loosened drop of rain, / where the smell of mitraille / and dry blood / have emptied the sky.

   1986, Julieta Dobles, “Caged Laurel”, in Barry J[ay] Luby, Wayne H. Finke, editors, Anthology of Contemporary Latin American Literature 1960–1984, Rutherford, N.J.; […]: Fairleigh Dickinson University Press; London; Toronto, Ont.: Associated University Presses, →ISBN, page 127