Definitions

from The Century Dictionary.

  • noun A sort of mulled wine.

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Examples

  • “I am glad the plottie pleases ye, sir — but I think I kend gay weel how to make it before I saw your honour — Maister Tirl can tell that, for mony a browst of it I hae brewed lang syne for him and the callant Valentine Bulmer.”

    Saint Ronan's Well 2008

  • So, when your plottie is done, I'll be muckle obliged to ye to light the bedroom candles, and put out the double moulds, and e'en show yoursells to your beds; for douce folks, sic as the like of you, should set an example by ordinary.

    St. Ronan's Well Walter Scott 1801

  • So, when your plottie is done, I’ll be muckle obliged to ye to light the bedroom candles, and put out the double moulds, and e’en show yoursells to your beds; for douce folks, sic as the like of you, should set an example by ordinary. —

    Saint Ronan's Well 2008

  • “Troth, I’ll pledge naebody the night, Maister Touchwood; for, what wi’ the upcast and terror that I got a wee while syne, and what wi’ the bit taste that I behoved to take of the plottie while I was making it, my head is sair eneugh distressed the night already. —

    Saint Ronan's Well 2008

  • I profess, mistress, your plottie is excellent, ever since I taught you to mix the spices in the right proportion.”

    Saint Ronan's Well 2008

  • -- I profess, mistress, your plottie is excellent, ever since I taught you to mix the spices in the right proportion. "

    St. Ronan's Well Walter Scott 1801

  • "Troth, I'll pledge naebody the night, Maister Touchwood; for, what wi 'the upcast and terror that I got a wee while syne, and what wi' the bit taste that I behoved to take of the plottie while I was making it, my head is sair eneugh distressed the night already.

    St. Ronan's Well Walter Scott 1801

  • "I am glad the plottie pleases ye, sir -- but I think I kend gay weel how to make it before I saw your honour -- Maister Tirl can tell that, for mony a browst of it I hae brewed lang syne for him and the callant

    St. Ronan's Well Walter Scott 1801

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