They built a wall around it and made it their clos (walled-in vineyard), reserving it for their personal consumption.
A'm stan' clos' I kin git beside de hoss, an' A'm hear dat man say de boat floatin' off, an' he ain' gon' spit 'bout dat.
A call came in at half-past nine to get one wounded man at clos Bois.
Nay, tell the story, and—shall we crack another bottle of the clos?
So, bit by bit, they grope about for their clos Vougeot and Lafite.
And a-creepin' clos'ter, we could make him out plainer and plainer.
Since on me clos'd and boltedThose ever-frowning gates, And all my views of freedomHave been thro' iron grates.
For forty or fifty years, this spring was considered the best in the clos du Doubs.
Then it was that the Chambertin or the clos Vougeot came in, slumbering in its straw cradle.
So, bit by bit, they grope about for their clos Vougeot and Lafitte.