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- n. bitterness or acerbity
- n. An acrid taste or smell.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. The quality of being acrid or pungent.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. extreme bitterness
- n. the quality of being sharply disagreeable in language or tone
The gale that had buffeted Emal earlier in the week had died down to a light but bitter wind out of the northwest, with but a hint of the iron-acridness of the Aerlal Plateau.
For even when coming into slight contact with the outer, vapory shreds of the jet, which will often happen, your skin will feverishly smart, from the acridness of the thing so touching it.
VII A cool mist shrouds Cyad, a mist that holds the tang of salt air, the fragrance of the late-blooming aramyds, and the faintest odor of the bitterness that reminds Lorn of chaos, an acridness far stronger within the Quarter of the Magi'i, but omnipresent throughout the great white city.
The faint odor of damp wool clung to her arms, and he wondered if the acridness of iron-gall ink clung to him.
Along with acridness of ashes and cinders came the odor of charred meat.
The water carried away some of the acridness and dustiness that seeped endlessly into his nostrils and dried his throat.
She lay down again on the bed and sang a little wandering tune made up of the words I have sung all the songs all the songs I have sung all the songs there are until, touched by her own lullaby, she grew drowsy, and in the hollow of near-sleep she tasted the acridness of gold, left the chill of alabaster and smelled the dark, sweet stench of loam.
Between the continuing smoke from the kitchen, the pervasiveness of soured beer and wine, and the acridness of green wood in the hearth, my eyes burned, but I kept listening, waving away the thin serving-girl with the scar down her cheek, nursing my second redberry, and watching -
The smoke's usual acridness was smothered by the residue of the liquor in her throat.
The air no longer held that acridness which had tortured our breathing, but was fresh and cool.
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