Unmellowed

Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that’s his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days; His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow’d, but his judgment ripe;

I was afraid she would think it queer of me to give her such a present. And yet somehow it seemed to me that it was better than something brand new and unmellowed—that old book which father had loved and which I loved.

The room gives off an air of clean spareness. The roof rafters are exposed, and the wood colors are raw and unmellowed.

‘What do you think he meant, moron?’ asked Dover, apparently quite unmellowed by Mrs Boyle’s medicinal whisky.