What is "genever"

Usage examples of "genever".

I found a bottle of Genever, which no one appeared to want, in a cupboard, and took it off to show it my room.

In the afternoon, without even another bottle of Genever to keep me company, I gazed mournfully out of the window until the light went.

I gave up, went downstairs to see if there was any Genever to be found and caught the briefest sight of someone leaving by the front door, just a glimpse of a figure disappearing with the door closing and I knew from that brief glimpse that it was Amelia.

Clubb plucked an unclean glass from the morass and filled it with Dutch gin or genever from one of the minaret-shaped stone flagons I had observed upon my infrequent layovers in Amsterdam, the Netherlands.

Each received a cigar, and I lingered at my desk for the required term, sipping genever and pretending to work until I heard sounds of movement.

The remaining cupboard yielded a flagon of genever, a tumbler, and a Montecristo torpedo, and with the tumbler filled and the cigar alight I hobbled through the devastated corridors toward my bed, there to gather my strengdh for the ardours of the coming day.

There was little choice as to what one might drink: ale, cider or an inferior, breath-stopping, tongue-numbing Genever long steeped with bitter sloes.

Here the clientele sat on high-backed oak settles and drank ale from burnished tankards, wine from pewter goblets and the best Genever from blue glass snifters.

Indeed, when I saw them a little earlier they were so mellowed by my best Genever as to be agreeable to anything.

After a while she grew tired, so she lay down the oars and took up the Genever again.

She moved uncomfortably and brought the Genever bottle out from beneath her hip, glaring at it and throwing it overboard.

If not for the very powerful magicks Lady Genevera employed, I would be dead and my men would have died along with me.

Genevera saw distant dun hints of the dust cloud long before she heard trumpets or caught the scarlet pennants snapping in the breeze.

It left her a creature of fantasy, and while I had seen Larissa under similar circumstances to those I was experiencing with Genevera, Gena's approachability helped distance me from her.

I didn't lose more than half of it in spillage, but I could see she was considering calling either police or medical aid to cope with an alcoholic with the DT's or a drug addict who had lost his hypodermic, whichever the case might be, but she was a brave woman and supplied me with my second jonge Genever on demand.