Blottery

When I realized that that wretched little tin can was all that stood between me and the world, his wife and his family, there was an acute palpitation around the heart, and a dry blottery feeling in the mouth.

Mark, a cheeping chorister of our schooldays, has retained, despite the blottery tenor that has displaced his treble, a habit of uttering with the suddenness of a ship’s siren, the less interesting of [Franz] Schubert's ditties.

The announcements were pale green and on paper of a blottery texture which harbored no errors in folding.

[…] she got up and groped her way to one of the windows, pulling up the blind. Blackness. Dense, blottery blackness except for the random, stabbing beams of headlights far down in the street below […]

Beka squeezed her way between shoppers, sacks of flour and rice, barrels and drums, until she reached a counter at the rear of the shop where Mr Gordillo stood slapping lard onto a piece of blottery paper on a creaky scale descending from a chain attached to the ceiling.