aquamarine
ultraviolet
aquamarine
ultraviolet
Filibuster
Hieroglyphics
Bamboozle
Cocksure
Shenanigans
Brouhaha
Truculent
Spurious
Lallygagging
Jingoistic
Rhombus
Pithy
Usurped
Duodenum
Dichotomy
Caterwauling
Chartreuse
Cantankerous
osmyrrah
Rhythm: all those consonants and no real vowel. And it conjures up so much. And if you put “syncopated” in front of it, you just marvel at the combination.
ipso facto
When I was about 12, I knew a boy who liked saying duodenum, which he pronounced doo-WAD-en-um. Another friend from that time was really into monster movies, and he pronounced grotesque as GROTS-kew.
skulduggery
I forgot to include a favorite that my dad used all the time: cogitate.
Susurration, scintillation, and succotash
Nice. Extra points for alliteration.
was trying for syncopation
Maundering trollop
Desquamating lymphohistiocytic dermal excoriation with eosinophilic fasciitis
Dorothy Parker once said that based on sound alone, overlooking meaning, the loveliest words in English (imagine them with her elocution lessons, trans-Atlantic accent) are “Cellar door.”
Say them over a few times, and she has a point.
Zephyr
Bum’s rush
Besotted RSVP
Garmonbozia
I have some Supersonic Shoes. Really.
Supersonic shoes? I’m listening.
Another one I like…
Hoodoos (or fairy chimneys).
I have some cool pictures of some of the ones near here
My Dad flew the F-86 and F-100 Super Sabre, first operational SS fighters. He kept a pair of old boots that had exceeded the sound barrier (this was a much bigger deal back in the day). They are sitting over my beer fridge in the garage. The leather is petrified and all curled up. Not much to look at if you don’t know what they are.
That’s badass! My dad was in the Air Force (not a pilot), and my grandpa was in the Army Air Corps I love jets!