embottled

After what manner would you go about to sever them, and separate the one liquor from the other, in such sort that you render me the water apart, free from the wine, and the wine also pure, without the intermixture of one drop of water, and both of them in the same measure, quantity, and taste that I had embottled them?

Five books of the lives, heroic deeds and sayings of Gargantua and his son Pantagruel 2002

After what manner would you go about to sever them, and separate the one liquor from the other, in such sort that you render me the water apart, free from the wine, and the wine also pure, without the intermixture of one drop of water, and both of them in the same measure, quantity, and taste that I had embottled them?

Five books of the lives, heroic deeds and sayings of Gargantua and his son Pantagruel 2002

I saw Arizona, embottled, dying in the last-wet ditch, while all the rest of the world, even including Milwaukee, bore down on her carrying the banners of Prohibition.

The Killer Stewart Edward White 1909

After what manner would you go about to sever them, and separate the one liquor from the other, in such sort that you render me the water apart, free from the wine, and the wine also pure, without the intermixture of one drop of water, and both of them in the same measure, quantity, and taste that I had embottled them?

Gargantua and Pantagruel, Illustrated, Book 3 Fran��ois Rabelais 1518

Georgian mansion’s lawn to recruit upon by Doctor Cheek’s special orders and my copper’s panful of soybeans and Irish in my east hand and a James’s Gate in my west, after all the errears and erroriboose of combarative embottled history, and your goodself churning over the newleaved butter (more power to you), the choicest and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee, while I’ll be drowsing in the gaarden. d) Dalway.

Finnegans Wake 2006

a fish-shaped flyswatter with blue horns, fermented lemures, fiery spectres, embottled spirit vapors swirling in the crude next to the Soft Scrub, the vinegared and leistered sealed in tins, delicious with saltines, gleaned spikelets, used-up votives ....

The New Yorker Catherine Bowman 2010