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Potpourri

noun

A collection containing a variety of sorts of things. Synonyms: assortment, miscellanea, miscellany, mixed bag, mixture, motley, salmagundi, smorgasbord, variety. "He had a variety of disorders" , "A veritable smorgasbord of religions"

A musical composition consisting of a series of songs or other musical pieces from various sources. Synonyms: medley, pastiche.

A jar of mixed flower petals and spices used as perfume.

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"Potpourri" Quotes from Famous Books

... yet another of these barriers of smoke until they came to grips with the attackers, who were now coming on like a torrent, in close formation, shouting wildly. Altogether, the scene was one that vividly brings to the imagination the truth of Sherman's dictum that "war is hell." A mad potpourri of dimly visible forms, struggling like demons, shooting, stabbing, hacking and roaring in an infernal caldron of tar, poison, sulphur, tears and blood. Truly a worthy theme for another Dante and a Gustave Dore. For some time it looked as if the ...

— The Story of the Great War, Volume IV (of 8) • Francis J. (Francis Joseph) Reynolds, Allen L. (Allen Leon)

... white silk stockings and his livery always faultless. Within were old Turkey carpets, glossy, but not worn with use, heavy Chippendale chairs, great Delf jugs with the monogram of George II on them, a profusion of Oriental china, and endless bowls of potpourri. On the shelves of whatnots were books of long-forgotten eighteenth-century plays. In one of the sitting rooms was a magnificent portrait by Reynolds of Miss Froude's mother. It represented her playing on a guitar, and ...

— Memoirs of Life and Literature • W. H. Mallock

... when her guests 'were having a look at the mokes' Miss Abingdon still played through her book of sacred pieces; and it was on Sunday afternoons, too, that she always stirred the jars of potpourri upon the cabinets, so that their pungent, faint odour might exhale through the room. The old pieces of music and the scent of the dried rose-leaves together always brought back to Miss Abingdon's mind fragrant memories of ...

— Peter and Jane - or The Missing Heir • S. (Sarah) Macnaughtan