1808–10,William Hickey,Memoirs of a Georgian Rake, Folio Society 1995, p. 314:
I sipped at some rot-gut Lisbon, which with much ceremony he himself took from acellaret that stood in the corner of the room, the bottle not being half-full.
2007, Leo Tolstoy, Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, trans.,War and Peace, Vintage Classics, page 349:
The agile old servant opened thecellaret, prepared the tea table, and brought a boiling samovar.