Overly sweet

Usage examples of cloying.

The cloying darkness sometimes seemed inside her head and sometimes outside in the firelit room.

Also, second person can begin to feel cloying or gimmicky over the space of a long story or a novel.

He had a nice smile and a firm handclasp, and he had had the courtesy to put out his cigarette when she came in, though the room still reeked with the sickly, cloying smell of marijuana.

Beneath the cloying incense, the muskier pong of hashish lay thick in the air.

Plasencia to Oropesa, and from there to Talavera, he had been captivated by the charm, the easy laughter, and the honesty with which she planned a future away from a cloying past and a fugitive husband.

Amid the darkening sky and belligerent uproar of the storm he watched the express train from StLincoln leave the tracks in a cloying oily fireball, saw the carriages jackknife and crumple, caught sight of the broken charred bodies sprawled along the side of the tracks.

The tension in the air throughout the morning was cloying, even to those without an ounce of watercraft in their bodies.

The summer was hot, most of his colleagues were less than congenial, and the intensely cloying odor of honeysuckle blossoms penetrated every building in the city.

Thick coils of smoke rose from the hookah before the hold-mistress, wreathing her knife-kissed features in the cloying, tarry fumes.

Above the exhaust fumes, frankfurters, dog poop, and urine, there was a sweet but not cloying odor.

Here and there, sheltered by the larger leaves were huge scarlet flowers which gave forth a cloying perfume and were shaped, Liara thought as she struggled along, not unlike the stripped skulls of shriekers tossed aside after the great day of annual slaughter.

There is a cloying smell from the jars and bottles crowding the top of the chipboard dressing table.

Thenys Bule CHAPTER ONE And all came to imprint Their passage On the path, scent the dry winds Their cloying claim To ascendancy Messremb -64th A corkscrew plume of dust raced across the basin, heading deeper into the trackless desert of the Pan'potsun Odhan.

The massive walls of the caponier held out some of the afternoon heat, but by the same token, the air was stagnant and redolent with cloying floral perfume and dusting powder.

He smelled the outre, cloying effect beyond that edge, smelling rank, musky colognes of asbestos mixed with soy spray.