incarnadine

A word coloured with bloodlust. It may make you feel embodied and pink with its overtones of carnation and incarnation, but in carnal dining it comes out full flush. The tongue sticks in the back with a nasal (do you feel the tinge as you say “ink”?), then comes up from dry [k] to craving with car, and then bounces behind the teeth three times. The hungry r is so strong, Shakespeare added it again to give us incarnardine, making the red one redder – and gave it a collocation of multitudinous seas. Yes, the word can mean a flowery colour, but more likely it will mean a flowing hue… and cry.