oak-wood

Our smiling, efficient and utterly beguiling waitperson, Savanna's Mae, said the coffee was from Oakland's Mr. Espresso, an organic oak-wood roasted blend.

Jay Weston: The Misfit Fits Well Into Santa Monica Dining Scene Jay Weston 2011

Every Saturday afternoon she'd walk me down the street to the house at the dead end, and I'd spend an hour every weekend in the neighbor's basement at the bar and sashaying across the oak-wood floor in her homemade studio.

Deborah Jiang Stein: Who Says Tough Girls Don't Wear Tutus? Deborah Jiang Stein 2011

Our smiling, efficient and utterly beguiling waitperson, Savanna's Mae, said the coffee was from Oakland's Mr. Espresso, an organic oak-wood roasted blend.

Jay Weston: The Misfit Fits Well Into Santa Monica Dining Scene Jay Weston 2011

Each has its upright walls, inland of rich oak-wood, nearer the sea of dark green furze, then of smooth turf, then of weird black cliffs which range out right and left far into the deep sea, in castles, spires, and wings of jagged iron-stone.

Westward Ho! 2007

The old carved oak-wood of the throne, ascending with its numerous grotesque pinnacles half-way up to the roof of the choir, had been washed, and dusted, and rubbed, and it all looked very smart.

Barchester Towers 2004

From the smoke-blackened chimneys smoke poured out in a pillar, and rising high in the air, rolled off like a cap, scattering burning coals over the steppe; and Satan (the son of a dog should not be mentioned) sobbed so pitifully in his lair that the startled ravens rose in flocks from the neighbouring oak-wood and flew through the air with wild cries.

St John's Eve 2003

‘It is exactly a year today,’ she said, as they-walked on the round shoulder of the down with an oak-wood on the left hand.

The Trespasser 2003

There were long waist-height trays in the sheds full of compost containing oak-wood chips; and chanterelles at least, I knew, flourished in oak woods, their natural habitat.

Second Wind Francis, Dick 1999

Its feet were fixed to a low slab of oak-wood, with bronze wheels set in.

The King Must Die Renault, Mary, 1905-1983 1958

From the smoke-blackened chimneys smoke poured out in a pillar, and rising high in the air, rolled off like a cap, scattering burning coals over the steppe; and Satan (the son of a dog should not be mentioned) sobbed so pitifully in his lair that the startled ravens rose in flocks from the neighbouring oak-wood and flew through the air with wild cries.

Taras Bulba and Other Tales 1952