" The tincture of night began to diffuse the soup of the afternoon.

Lord Vetinari considered the sentence, and found it good. He liked 'tincture' particularly. Tincture. Tincture. It was a distinguished word, and pleasantly countered by the flatness of 'soup'. Yes. In which may well be found the croutons of teatime. "

― Terry Pratchett , Feet of Clay (Discworld, #19; City Watch, #3)