Ruta (commonly known as rue) is a genus of strongly scented evergreen subshrubs, 20–60 cm tall, in the family Rutaceae, native to the Mediterranean region, Macaronesia and southwest Asia. There are perhaps 8 to 40 species in the genus. The most well-known species is Ruta graveolens (rue or common rue).
The leaves are bipinnate or tripinnate, with a feathery appearance, and green to strongly glaucous blue-green in colour. The flowers are yellow, with 4–5 petals, about 1 cm diameter, and borne in cymes. The fruit is a 4–5-lobed capsule, containing numerous seeds.
Extracts from rue have been used to treat eyestrain, sore eyes, and as insect repellent. Rue has been used internally as an antispasmodic, as a treatment for menstrual problems, as an abortifacient, and as a sedative.Ruta graveolens and Ruta chalepensis are often confused in scientific literature.
Caution should be taken with using rue topically. Applied to the skin with sun exposure, the oil and leaves can cause blistering. Some people are much more sensitive than others.
Pyrimidine oxygenase (EC 1.14.99.46, RutA) is an enzyme with system name uracil,FMNH2:oxygen oxidoreductase (uracil hydroxylating, ring-opening) . This enzyme catalyses the following chemical reaction
In vitro the product (Z)-3-ureidoacrylate peracid is spontaneously reduced to ureidoacrylate.
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Are you gun-shy, are you listening?
What we got here is dead reckoning
And take me in for the night in the right time zone
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So much sympathy
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Are you gun-shy, are you listening?
What we got here is dead reckoning
And if it feels good, we'll do it again
See your way clear, dead reckoning
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You mean so much
So much to me
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You know it's not too late
Are you gun-shy, are you listening?
What we got here is dead reckoning
And if it feels good, we'll do it again
See your way clear, dead reckoning, yeah
What we got here is dead reckoning