Yes, she was my girl, devoted to me, attached to me by every tendril of her being.
Phototropic response of the tendril of Passiflora: Experiment 145.
He plucks the tendril from a vine, smells it, and puts it in his mouth.
Grapevines climbed the posts and tendril shadows were on the ground beneath.
Ah, never: but as you leave the garden—pluck one tendril from the vine.