Definition of "snottery"

She didn't care about her snottery nose.

2001, Bess Ross, Those Other Times, page 78

"We are about to enter a slavering, snottery, gnashing, bloody, excremental, universal madness, dear boy," he said gently.

2001, Robin Jenkins, Guests of War, page 104

It ate with a kind of baleful indifference, its wet, snottery trunk curling out mechanically to take the food through the bars.

2003, James Robertson, Joseph Knight, page 103

She made a witty comment about tissues: at least it wasnt a snottery tissue like how some people leave their snottery tissues on the baize.

2012, James Kelman, Mo Said She Was Quirky

A mistake in the kitchen one day, and while the rest of the household sup on the golden broth of a cockerel, out comes a bowl of thin, snottery gruel for Mhairi.

1988, Ellen Galford, The fires of Bride: a novel, page 111

The old man sucked at his pipe, a great snottery, gurgling sound, and tamped down the black, oily tobacco with a horny forefinger, keeping up the suspense like the consummate showman that he was.

1999, Donald Macintosh, Travels in Galloway, page 51

I heard him laugh, a deep, snottery rumble, familiarly full of phlegm and juvenile amusement.

2007, Christopher Brookmyre, Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks, page 355

"You are in an unco' hurry," she replied, getting nettled, as she filled a glass. "It doesna' do to be so snottery as a' that."

1920, James C. Welsh, The Underworld: The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner, page 192

She still thought that, in a way, but she'd tell me in any case. I was, she explained, a snottery, two-faced wee shite.

1995, Jude Collins, Booing the Bishop and Other Stories, page 36

Una is turned into a right snottery wee brat, and she will need to mind her step.

2001, Evelyn Conlon, Hans-Christian Oeser, Cutting the Night in Two: Short Stories by Irish Women Writers

To purge the snottery of our slimy time.

1599, W. Kinsayder or Theriomastix [pseudonyms; John Marston], The Scourge of Villanie. […], London: […] I[ames] R[oberts]; republished as G[eorge] B[agshawe] Harrison, editor, The Scourge of Villanie (The Bodley Head Quartos; 13), London: John Lane, The Bodley Head […]; New York, N.Y.: E[dward] P[ayson] Dutton & Company, 1925,

She keeled the pot and swept away the dust. Changed the wet breechclouts, wiped the flowing snottery—And sometimes took a stroll as far as Shottery—

1975, Scholia Satyrica, page 29

For some reason (decades of responsiblity to cleanliness and hygiene — what lady could blow her nose into a locust leaf?) the inability to place my hands on what would once have been a commonplace item unnerved me; were we to degenerate into filth and snottery?

1982, Natalie L. M. Petesch, Duncan's Colony, page 30

[T]each thy Incubus to Poëtize, / And throvve abroad thy ſpurious Snotteries, / Vpon that puft-up Lumpe of Barmy froth, / […] / Or Clumſy Chil-blain'd Iudgement; that, vvith Oath, / Magnificates his Merit; and beſpaules / The conſcious Time, vvith humorous Fome; & bravvles, / As if his Organons of Senſe vvould crack / The ſinevves of my Patience.

1601, Ben Jonson, Poetaster or The Arraignment: […], London: […] [R. Bradock] for M[atthew] L[ownes] […], published 1602, Act V, scene iii

In any case it would be nice to know if Neiman-Marcus, that famed emporium of chi-chi and snottery (see The New Yorker, its "home away from home," any issue) and now Dallas's second most-celebrated landmark, purveys chamber-pots — "His" and "Hers," let us say, cast in platinum or palladium (no gold, please, really, where have you been?), having diamond-studded handles (even Neiman-Marcus can't find anything more expensive than diamonds — no chips, of course) and emerald or sapphire eyes (with real lashes — gleaned from Elizabeth Taylor's coiffeur, naturally) encrusted in the bottoms.

1964, The Smith, page 54

Just you be careful, my girl, not to pick up a lotta snottery when you're over there among all them dudes. You got to keep your feet on the ground, and not get so's we can't understand a word you say.

1980, Robertson Davies, A Mixture of Frailties, page 82

He felt shock waves rumble through as he recognized his Sunday school snottery—how he thought he was better than other people, how he had a mighty swirly potty mouth, how at home he'd been on a six-month rampage about homework and chores, and how his sneaking out of the house had betrayed his parents.

1999, Kevin Walter Johnson, Was That a Balloon or Did Your Head Just Pop?