Connaisseuse

‘It is true, your eminence; for I not only saw it, but ate of it myself.’ ‘At whose table?’ ‘At the Comtesse de la Ferté’s. When cut into slices, it filled the air with a delicious fragrance, and was veined and clouded like the richest marble!’ ‘Madame de la Ferté is a connaisseuse,’ observed Mazarin.

“You do look just like an angel, Miss Lucy,” Abby Dewitt asseverated, with the air of a connaisseuse in the article .

Save these and one fair-sized palm in the centre, all the other plants are ferns in infinite variety, Mrs. St. John being a connaisseuse in that branch of horticulture.

“You are right, Bocco,” answered Frampa, with the air of a connaisseuse who does not praise lightly.

It was a declaration of much in little, and Marion, a connaisseuse of such speeches, absolved and accepted him with a kiss.

She had Leonardo for her visitor, and Titian for her portrait painter, and, to her honor as a connaisseuse, she recognized the talent of a Correggio when a Bembo, with all his assumption of art knowledge, passed him by unheeding.

“Poor me! I never tasted any better,” laughed the girl, sipping the wine with the air of a connaisseuse.

Her Imperial Majesty is a connaisseuse in precious stones of every description, especially diamonds and emeralds, of which, as well as pearls, she still possesses a large collection.

It was evidently essential that a counter-discovery should mitigate the publisher’s complacency, and sustain Lady Honoret’s reputation as a connaisseuse in the literary world.

A lover ceases to be a lover; he is a technician, he is a violinist under the scrutiny of a connaisseuse.

As connaisseuses in their own right—and not just buying for their menfolk—they would talk about cigars with me. […] I feel that connaisseurs are rediscovering the large but darker, stronger maduro.

Miss Cynthia Paterson considered herself something of a connaisseuse of a good funeral.

Rose, who had undoubtedly spent many nights listening to the chatter and tales of the girls under her care at the school—to say nothing of Chighizola’s widely-varying tales about how the old pirate happened to lose his nose—nodded with the air of a connaisseuse and said, “That’s a good one.”