all-surfeiting

Updated: May 2, 2025

And how common and vulgar and all-surfeiting it is, loading the air around it with its sickening imitation of sweetness, so that even the bees stagger as they pass through it and disdain to stop and shovel, for the mere asking, its musky and illicit honey. But, O mystic odor of the crepe-myrtle O love which never dies how differently it grows and lives and blooms! In color, constant a deep pink.

John Trotwood Moore - The Bishop of Cottontown: A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills