big tree

noun

a large coniferous tree, Sequoiadendron giganteum (formerly Sequoia gigantea), of California, often reaching 300 feet (91 meters) in height, having reddish-brown bark, scalelike blue-green leaves, and bearing large elliptical cones.

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Also called giant redwood, giant sequoia.

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Origin:
1850–55, Americanism

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big tree

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	See also sequoia giant sequoia, Also called: wellingtonia a giant Californian coniferous tree, Sequoiadendron giganteum, with a wide tapering trunk and thick spongy bark: family Taxodiaceae. It often reaches a height of 90 metres

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