Word: piquantes
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...physiological function is as an aperitif, an appetizer, to a palate which perhaps is jaded; therefore its composition must be such as to give a fillip to the appetite, it must be piquant, to generate hunger...
...Golden Dawn" is not piquant, it is sweet: therefore it cloys, not appetizes.* It may be all very well as a punch, or a liqueur, but never as a cocktail. The popularity of the Dry Martini places it without any doubt in the minds of the majority as the "World's Finest." Let the drinker beware of the European barman-he likes to skimp on his liquors and trust to melted ice to fill the glasses: tell him "pas trap glacé" (not too much ice) or, jocularly, "pas trap mouillé" (not too wet). GRAFTON D. DORSEY
...life. Cat, squirrel, frog and bat took on human ways. It was all delightfully fragile and the more music-wise waxed enthusiastic over the smart orchestration which suggested perfectly so detailed a bit as the Boy stupidly mulling over his mathematics. Soprano Queena Mario, all agreed, made an irresistibly piquant Boy. But the children liked her better when she came out as Gretel, with great holes in her stockings, with pigtails stiff as twigs...
...Pope Pius XI is supposed to favor the candidacies of Otto, which would account for the presence of beak-nosed, bald-headed former Prime Minister Seipel, a Monsignor. Quite unimportant was the presence of the dead man's father, Archduke Leopold Salvator von Habsburg who recently published his piquant autobiography: From Archduke to Grocer (TIME...
Miss De Vries in the leading role makes a quite piquant widow in spite of her not particularly pleasant voice, and as for Donald Brian, it is impossible to imagine that he played the same part in 1907. Mr. Figman in the part of the ambassador is thoroughly amusing while the rest of the cast falls below average. The smallness of the accompanying orchestra and the fact that the costuming is modern does much to destroy the expected illusion of the grand old manner...