In late summer, we picked baskets full of black raspberries from the hedgerow.

Every summer, my grandmother makes jam from blackcap raspberries she picks near the old mill.

We harvested wild arctic raspberries along the frozen coastline.

The perfume had a raspberrylike sweetness that lingered on her skin all evening.

The wine had a raspberryish aroma that lingered on the palate long after the last sip.

On a hot afternoon, she sipped raspberryade under the shade of an old oak tree.

After the concert, we cooled off with cold raspberryades and shared stories under the stars.