The delicious & joyful crystalline cloud of powder snow that bathes you in it's glorious chill when you're carving down a deep virgin run in the alpine splendiforousness.
Charty - Unreal conditions my brothers. The chest deep powder caressed my chiseled torso, streamed over my shoulders, & filled my smiling mouth as I assassinated the virginfluff.
Jacko - I think I saw Jesus in the cold smoke today.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)