from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. Variant of attar.
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- n. Alternative form of attar.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. See attar.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. Same as attar.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers
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His descriptions seemed steeped in odours, and his every phrase perfumed in ottar of roses.
We left them in the clutches of the celebrated Turkish guide, "FAR-AWAY MOSES," who will seduce them into buying a ship-load of ottar of roses, splendid Turkish vestments, and all manner of curious things they can never have any use for.
I went into a perfumery shop in London to purchase a pot of the ottar of roses, which at that time was very rare and expensive.
Also make an emulsion of eight drops of ottar of roses with thirty grains of gum arabic and eight fluid ounces of water; then add three fluid ounces of glycerine, and ten fluid drachms of quince mucilage.
Stir 1/4 of a pound of Castile soap, and place it in a jar near the fire, pour over it 1/2 pint of alcohol; when the soap is dissolved and mixed with the spirit, add 1 ounce of glycerine, the same of oil of almonds, with a few drops of essence of violets, or ottar of roses, then pour it into moulds to cool for use.
They were fond of perfumes, and their delightful ottar was the principal favourite.
Add two ounces of the juice of lily bulbs, two ounces of honey, two drams of rose water, and a drop or two of ottar of roses.
She lifted from the blue silk cushions of the carriage a small half-clipped black poodle with a bow of blue ribbon on its forehead, tucked it under her arm, stepped down to the street, and passed into the courtyard, leaving an odour of ottar of roses behind her.
He wanted the ottar of roses and not a rose garden, the diamond and not a mountain of carbon.
I regret this very much; but really it could not be helped: information appears to stew out of me naturally, like the precious ottar of roses out of the otter.