Elder-blow

1838, Lydia Maria Child, The American Frugal Housewife, New York: Samuel S. & William Wood, 22nd edition, enlarged, p. 27, A poultice of elder-blow tea and biscuit is good as a preventive to mortification.

I wouldn’t tech it sooner a cow’d eat elder blows.

What are his [the writer’s] garland and singing robes? What but a sensibility so keen that the scent of an elder-blow, or the timber-yard and corporation-works of a nest of pismires is event enough for him,—all emblems and personal appeals to him.

[…] the long highway broidered thick With elder-blow and rose;

[…] the elder was all in bloom now; and Anna wanted to make elder-blow wine.

Elderflowers glow like incandescent seafoam in the darkness. They, too, are good to eat. We make a fine tea of them to serve with elder blow fritters on the deck at night.