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- n. Light-coloured wine (usually yellow with a hint of green but not pink)
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- adj. any wine of a clear, transparent color, bordering on white, as Madeira, sherry, Lisbon, etc.; -- distinguished from wines of a deep red color, as port and Burgundy.
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- n. pale yellowish wine made from white grapes or red grapes with skins removed before fermentation
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By the time they returned, bowls of salad were being put on the table, and one of the cooks, wearing a white apron, was bringing out bottles of white wine and jugs of water.
Tawnos picked out a white wine from the larder's private stock, which the palace cook assured him was the finest vintage the Korlis vinyards had produced in a hundred years.
He drank three calvadoses and ordered a glass of white wine for the boy.
I remember noticing Montparnasse station, drinking white wine on Boulevard Saint-Michel … or perhaps it was in Montparnasse station …
All the Vestals were seated around the table, liberally loaded with tasty food and a flagon of sparkling white wine from Alba Fucentia.
I went with a tender piece of steak, cut into strips and laid across a bowl of fresh greens, accompanied by a glass of light white wine I adhere to the somewhat illogical practice of not drinking red when driving, and followed by a Genovese dessert called scarpitantina, a sweet vanilla cake with cream between its layers, a touch of chocolate, and powdered sugar on top.
It appeared to be a famous creation of his, well-known to the others, and Constanza told me that her father made it very well and that the main ingredients were beef marrow, cracker crumbs, white wine and chicken breast.
The husband of the woman who ran the Bal Musette drove a taxi and when he, Harry, had to take an early plane the husband knocked upon the door to wake him and they each drank a glass of white wine at the zinc of the bar before they started.
Now, on the rare occasions when Lindsay had more than a couple of drinks, it was more likely to be white wine spritzers.
Prolonged scrutiny with the tiny Maglite I have learnt to carry when in Eastern Europe reveals our sleeping car is Number 315, and we clamber up the steep iron steps and tumble into our home for the next twenty-four hours clutching a bottle of Mikulovsky Muller Bohemian white wine bought on the platform.