suaveolent

comparative more suaveolent · superlative most suaveolent

1. rareSweet-smelling.

   […]—Guyana, spatha white, base red, suaveolent.

   1836, C[onstantine] S[amuel] Rafinesque, Flora Telluriana: Pars Tertia. Third Part of the Synoptical Flora Telluriana, Centuries V, VI, VII, VIII., Philadelphia, Pa.: […] for the Author by H. Probasco, page 66

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   Aromatization is an artificiall manner of preparation, whereby Medicaments are made more odoriferous, and ſuaveolent, to the better acceptation of the palate, and heart, and the greater ſtrength and oblectation to the vitall and animall faculties.

   1657, Renodæus [i.e., Jean de Renou], translated by Richard Tomlinson, A Medicinal Dispensatory, Containing the Whole Body of Physick: Discovering the Natures, Properties, and Vertues of Vegetables, Minerals, & Animals: The Manner of Compounding Medicaments, and the Way to Administer Them. […], London: […] Jo: Streater and Ja: Cottrel, page 85

   High over head, sublimely through the air, / Suaveolent, the viands valets bear, / And pacing lightly the well-cushion’d ground, / Though nowhere heard, yet, every where are found.

   1819, [Hans Busk], The Banquet: In Three Cantos, London: […] Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, page 62, lines 543–546

   Lovely Miss Lwan, says the Cantonese story, was now about eighteen, when the following incidents, suaveolent with smiles, blushes, heart-sighs, erotic poetry and a “fragrant chamber,” made her soul quite a palace for pleasure:—[…]

   1840 November 7, “The Loves of Mr. Ting Chang and Miss Keaou Lwan”, in The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction: […], volume XXXVI, number 1031, London: […] J[ohn] Limbird, page 292

   Captivating buds releasing suaveolent perfume, their candied summer fragrance floated gently within satiny winds that blew as the two stood united alongside a sometimes rolling irrigation ditch of bracing waters from Santaquin Canyon.

   1995 July 19, Denise Windley, “Denise’s Doodles”, in The Payson Chronicle, volume 109, number 29, page 2

   The cold-store was (inevitably, I suppose) the tabernacle before which I made my own private devotions, for there the great carcasses hung – alluring and suaveolent, raw and richly sweaty;

   1997, David Madsen, Confessions of a Flesh-Eater, Dedalus, →ISBN, page 34