Whiskey
['hwɪski]
Definition
(n.) Same as Whisky, a liquor.
(n.) Alt. of Whisky
(n.) An intoxicating liquor distilled from grain, potatoes, etc., especially in Scotland, Ireland, and the United States. In the United States, whisky is generally distilled from maize, rye, or wheat, but in Scotland and Ireland it is often made from malted barley.
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Examples
- It's very good whiskey. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- He brought the whiskey in a glass with ice and beside the glass on a tray a small bottle of soda. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I was very sorry to learn that it was whiskey that spoiled such a career. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- At No. 12 a tumbler of whiskey is frozen solid by immersing a tube containing liquid air in it. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- Good whiskey was very pleasant. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- She hit me with the pillow and spilled the whiskey and soda. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- What about whiskey? Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I would like to try the whiskey. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- When all was ready, he filled the cells with whiskey, connected the battery, locked the door of the small room in which they were placed, and gave positive orders that no one should enter. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- I met Chinnock several weeks after, and said: 'How is the whiskey man getting along? Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- He poured out a whiskey and soda. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Our general said, We will take a whiskey straight. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- Robert Jordan reached down the table for a cup and poured a drink of whiskey into it and shoved it along the table to Anselmo. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- As Anselmo swallowed the whiskey he felt a burning in his nose, his eyes and his mouth, and then a happy, comforting warmth in his stomach. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- I drank the whiskey and soda and read while Catherine unpacked and moved around the room. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
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