Peacockery

[…] he was so deeply struck with the shock of this revelation that he actually forgot himself and his own peacockery.

Designs ranged from elaborate peacockery to sexy sheaths of black sequins, to puffs of lace topped with sparkling rhinestones.

Shoots break from the earth, leaves unfurl auspiciously and peacockeries of colour—dashing golds, purples and whites—illuminate the grounds.

I have always thought of the word “macho” in terms of what it means in Mexico—a particularly ugly peacockery, a conspicuous cruelty to women and animals and children, a gratuitous viciousness.