eau de toilette

/oh duh twah-let; French ohduh twa-let/US // ˌoʊ də twɑˈlɛt; French oʊdə twaˈlɛt //

花露水,淡香水,淡香精,香水

Definitions

n.名词 noun

nounlight-smelling perfume

Synonyms

In the last year, her fusion exercise class has attracted a cult following and become de rigueur among the celebrity set.
They tried to continue their getaway but had to quickly abandon their vehicle on the Rue de Meaux in the 19th.
Humans spent a long time domesticating cattle, and what they were trying to do, in essence, was de-domesticate them.
The band was still on its way back as De Blasio and his wife departed.
Yet even after the funeral protest, de Blasio was booed and heckled while addressing a new class of recruits as well.
I hate to be long at my toilette at any time; but to delay much in such a matter while travelling is folly.
Madame de Condillac stood watching him, her face composed, her glance cold.
Then the door opened, the portiere was swept aside, and Anselme announced "Monsieur de Garnache."
By the time I had done my toilette there was a tap at the door, and in another minute I was in the salle--manger.
San Antonio de Bexar lies in a fertile and well-irrigated valley, stretching westward from the river Salado.

/oh duh twah-let; French ohduh twa-let/US // ˌoʊ də twɑˈlɛt; French oʊdə twaˈlɛt //

花露水,淡香水,淡香精,香水

n.名词 noun

nounlight-smelling perfume

Synonyms

In the last year, her fusion exercise class has attracted a cult following and become de rigueur among the celebrity set.
They tried to continue their getaway but had to quickly abandon their vehicle on the Rue de Meaux in the 19th.
Humans spent a long time domesticating cattle, and what they were trying to do, in essence, was de-domesticate them.
The band was still on its way back as De Blasio and his wife departed.
Yet even after the funeral protest, de Blasio was booed and heckled while addressing a new class of recruits as well.
I hate to be long at my toilette at any time; but to delay much in such a matter while travelling is folly.
Madame de Condillac stood watching him, her face composed, her glance cold.
Then the door opened, the portiere was swept aside, and Anselme announced "Monsieur de Garnache."
By the time I had done my toilette there was a tap at the door, and in another minute I was in the salle--manger.
San Antonio de Bexar lies in a fertile and well-irrigated valley, stretching westward from the river Salado.