c1600 Pilgrimage iv, in (1949) 116 One touche of her sweete Nectar breathinge mouth.
a1856 J. G. Gates (1859) 146 Bear these nectar-breathing blossoms, Hovering round on rustling pinions, Drop them on my mossy pillow.
2000 (Nexis) 1 June 4 Nectar-eating, nectar-breathing, and nectar mad, she could not feel, hear, or see the death-white petals of the flower closing over her.