Slivovitz

slivovitz English Noun ~ en slivovitz. en W[illiam] A[rchibald] Cadell I A Journey in Carniola, Italy, and France, in the Years 1817, 1818, Containing Remarks Relating to Language, Geography, History, Antiquities, Natural History, Science, Painting, Sculpture, Architecture, Agriculture, the Mechanical Arts and Manufactures. In Two Volumes Edinburgh Printed for Archibald Constable and Co.; London: Hurst, Robinson, and Co. Cheapside 1820 I 18 https://books.google.com/books?id=Wmc4AAAAMAAJ&pg=PA18 457221786 The spirit called Sirmischer Slivovitz is met with at Trieste. It is distilled from fermented plums, and is made in Sirmia near Belgrade. This kind of spirit is also in use at Vienna and Prague. en Route 282. The Danube (F[rance]).—Presburg to Pest. A Hand-book for Travellers in Southern Germany;Being a Guide to Würtemberg, Bavaria, Austria, Tyrol, Salzburg, Styria, etc., the Austrian and Bavarian Alps, and the Danube from Ulm to the Black Sea; including Descriptions of the Most Frequented Baths and Watering Places; the Principal Cities, their Museums, Picture Galleries, etc. The Great High Roads; and the Most Interesting and Picturesque Districts; also, Directions for Travellers, and Hints for Tours. With an Index Map, and Plans of the Principal Cities. 5th corrected and enlarged London John Murray, Albemarle-Street; Paris: A[nthony] & W[illiam] Galignani & Co.; Stassin and Xavier; Leipzig: Longman 1850 section XV (Hungary) 420 https://books.google.com/books?id=0wgIAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA490 1 4071150 Four fairs are held at Pest annually; and while they last, it is calculated that 20,000 strangers and 14,000 waggons pass the outer lines. 8000 large barges unload at the quay in the course of the year: the principal trade lies in wines, raw hides, honey, wax, and a vile spirit, called Slivovitz, made from plums. en w:Buck Clayton; assisted by Nancy Miller Elliott Humphrey Lyttelton and My English Tours Buck Clayton’s Jazz World Basingstoke, Hampshire; London The Macmillan Press 1986 176 https://books.google.com/books?id=SZqvCwAAQBAJ&pg=PA176 978-0-333-41733-1 We went in the hotel bar, sat down and proceeded to order some Slivovitz. When I first tasted it I thought that it was nice, but it tasted so much like apple cider that I said to myself, "This stuff ain't so bad," and, before long, I had ordered many of these bad drinks.