Tales of corn to swell our tummies, tales of golden oil to tap.

So long as our vessels are brought, the golden oil does not cease to flow.

Around his corpse was a faint wisp of discoloration, like a mist in the golden oil.

I had heard how tenacious was the grasp of Federal officials, unless loosened by more golden oil than I could then command.

Yellow and golden oils are pressed from ripe black olives picked at the end of the season.