(And I’d like to hear him say that word, too.)
Balsamaceous: (adjective): Possessing healing or restorative properties.
The word derives from the Latin balsamum, “resin of the balm tree.” The substance is historically celebrated for its aroma and healing properties.
Dr. Track is a healer by profession, and with his steadfast dedication and delightful bedside manner, he certainly makes us feel better.
And whilst John Porter is a tough soldier by trade with kickass skills, his gentleness and compassion helped Katie through the trauma of her captivity even as he worked to free her. This balsamaceous hero is tops in our books.
Our Victorian hero, Mr. Thornton, restores our belief in foolish passion and sweet romance. Surely he’s been a balm to many a troubled spirit.
Dear Harry Kennedy. His sweet, sunny, nurturing nature–perhaps a reflection of his CReAtor’s own lovely character?–cannot fail to bring a smile to our faces and a warm tug on our hearts.
Just a few examples of Mr. A’s balsamaceous characters. But of course, the most balsamaceous of them all is the man himself.
Lovely, funny, brilliant, modest, insightful, endearing, charismatic . . . how you touch our hearts, minds and souls, Richard Armitage.
catholicon: (noun) universal remedy; panacea.
Dr. Alex Track, Richard’s character in The Golden Hour, is the caring, determined, dedicated physician who soars high in the sky in a heli as part of the emergency medical air service. He’s just the doctor you’d want to come to your rescue, to be at your bedside, to give you a reassuring hug, to smile into your eyes as you awaken from a deep sleep.
Surely Dr. Track is an excellent catholicon, good for whatever may ail you. And when I am feeling low, I like to imagine Dr. Track bringing his medical kit to my side. Such thoughts are quite the panacea, let me tell you. I should also mention he’s quite gorgeous and looks a treat in bright orange coveralls, no mean feat.
Of course, the same thing could be said of Mr. A himself–he is certainly capable of cheering up an awful lot of us and somehow making everything much better, isn’t he??
Dr. Track, has anyone ever told you that you look like a tall, sexy elf? Well, there you go.
No need to hit the vending machine, Dr. T! Come and share this rich, gooey homemade brownie. It reminds me of your voice . . .
Oh, yes, Dr. Track. Please get comfy in your snug little white T. Please.
Dr, Track is checking my chart. "Hmmm. A serious case of Armitageitis."
I am not feeling well. I have a massive sinus headache, sniffly nose, a dicky tummy and glands swelling in my neck. I think I seriously need more Dr. Track. Maybe you do, too.