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Answer for the clue "Waxy acid", 5 letters:
cerin

Word definitions for cerin in dictionaries

The Collaborative International Dictionary Word definitions in The Collaborative International Dictionary
Cerin \Ce"rin\, n. [L. cera wax + -in: cf. L. cerinus wax-colored.] (Chem.) A waxy substance extracted by alcohol or ether from cork; sometimes applied also to the portion of beeswax which is soluble in alcohol. --Watts. (Min.) A variety of the mineral...

Wiktionary Word definitions in Wiktionary
n. 1 (context obsolete English) beeswax 2 (context organic compound English) A triterpene found in cork.

Wikipedia Word definitions in Wikipedia
Čerin is a town located in the Herzegovina region of Bosnia and Herzegovina . It is in the municipality of Čitluk in the Herzegovina-Neretva Canton of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina .

Usage examples of cerin.

When he was gone, Cerin leaned against the stoneworks and eyed his borrowed harp for long moments.

Then that moment was gone and all was as it had been, except that Cerin knew now where he was: in ruined Taencaer, where ghosts were said to play with the wind and the spirits of the dead slept lightly if they slept at all.

Something in his prisoner's voice brought him up sharply, but Cerin, for all the furor of his thoughts, kept a bland expression on his face.

But worry though he did, if there was a solution to his problem, Cerin couldn't see it.

Why on top of that he needed to be named the best, Cerin couldn't understand.

Jeth Tewdol caress a string of his lute and the harp Cerin played rang discordantly.

He ran a finger along one of his lute's dark strings and Cerin shivered as the lutemagic bit at him.

Still seething from the ridicule he'd undergone, concerned for his wife, no longer restrained, Cerin reached out to Telynros, his thoughts leaping the distance between the ruins of Taencaer and the cottage where his roseharp awoke with music as it stood by the hearth, though no hand touched its strings.

Telynros's grim notes dissolved into echoes and Cerin slumped to his knees, hugging his roseharp to him.

Watching them, hearing his wife speak, Cerin felt the tightness in his chest ease and he could breathe again.

My husband Cerin is usually the one to handle this sort of thing, but it's nice to know I haven't forgotten how to deal with such rascals myself.

Where we differ is that Cerin and I always live with half a foot in the otherworld that you've only visited these past few days.