Fruit-cakey

And so this day, the sweet, fresh, fruit-cakey taste of Lorrilard’s Climax Plug was an enormous help to a person with Mlle. de Maupin too much on his mind.

Of course, it wouldn’t be Hollywood if they didn’t order the beard shaved off after the honeymoon was over and even before the picture started. That’s what makes actors so fruit-cakey, if you know what we mean.

In case you do not feel like going the whole way in making a fruit cake, you might try this wonderfully moist date and nut cake—very fruit-cakey in taste.

“Would the atom bomb be used?” / “Man has become so crazy, my boy, that there is no telling how fruit-cakey he can get.[…]”

He had heard of Ed Orloff; Gordon had met him at the last Venice Film Festival. How had Jack described him? “Very good looking in a dark, fruit-cakey kind of way. A smart dresser and really on the ball as far as film publicity goes.”

Alena said, “Yeah, but I don’t know if I want to run into them. Remember, they were kind of fruit-cakey.”

That stupid, nutty, fruit-cakey man.

Would he notice that the bath store across the way gave off a fruit-cakey aroma that often clashed with the subtle blend of furniture polish and grass that her managers strove to maintain in their space?