mint-julep

Near the back door I found a mint-julep stand, where a very service­able cocktail could be bought, even at that early hour, and enjoyed under the oaks.

In Twain’s Wake 2007

Near the back door I found a mint-julep stand, where a very service­able cocktail could be bought, even at that early hour, and enjoyed under the oaks.

In Twain’s Wake 2007

The din of laughter and ice cubes rattling in mint-julep glasses has subsided, but president Karen Pfeifer is still interrupted every 10 seconds as she tries to plan an upcoming initiation ceremony.

Getting Their Ya-Yas Out 2008

I do not know how their cool rejections may taste within the hammocks, but, having experience, I can report that, out of them, the mounds of ices and the bowls of mint-julep and sherry-cobbler they make in these latitudes, are refreshments never to be thought of afterwards, in summer, by those who would preserve contented minds.

American Notes for General Circulation 2007

She'd taken on that mint-julep, sultry-nights tone.

So Hard To Forget Crowe, Evelyn A 1997

Meditating evil from the first mint-julep before breakfast, even unto the last nip of corn whisky before retiring; --

The Continental Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 1, January 1862 Devoted to Literature and National Policy Various

Having impregnated my system with turtle, terrapin, mint-julep, and

Lands of the Slave and the Free Cuba, the United States, and Canada Henry A. Murray

You adopt the universal habit of the place, and call for a mint-julep, a whiskey-skin, a gin-cocktail, a brandy-smash, or a glass of pure Old Rye; for the conviviality of Washington sets in at an early hour, and, so far as I had an opportunity of observing, never terminates at any hour, and all these drinks are continually in request by almost all these people.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 57, July, 1862 Various

That dear old gentleman, his father, brought to my bedside every morning a brandy mint-julep, made with his own hand, to drink before I got up.

Forty-Six Years in the Army John M. Schofield

Reader! have you ever witnessed how cleverly one of our mob-politicians can, through the all-soothing medium of a mint-julep, transpose himself from a mass of passion and bad English into a child of perfect equanimity?

An Outcast or, Virtue and Faith