green tea

I just did one [Geezer] with Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day.

The smell of grilled meat mixes with the exotic wafts of cinnamon tea served with a mush of sweet brown dessert.

It took me 1,015 strokes to see this shade of green in a world of orange, and my jaw nearly dropped.

With the dispersal of the spores the cone shrivels up, and then the stems starts to send out green branches.

The plant as a whole remains green until late in the autumn.

A few, very few, little dots had run back over that green patch—the others had passed down into the world of darkness.

Being quieted by the Captain with a draught of cold tea, and made to sit down, the examination of the book proceeded.

I could see only the stretch of green before me, and I felt as if I must walk on forever, without coming to the end of it.