" A Gallic-nosed fellow, slight with silver-shot dark curls and dark eyes, brushed rudely past them just as Jack returned from the top of the plank. He reeked of vertiver and musk; Jack’s nose wrinkled as he passed, and he half-smiled at himself to realize how accustomed he’d become to the Puritan cleanliness of American colonials, and their aversion to heavy perfumes. "
― Elizabeth Bear , New Amsterdam (New Amsterdam, #1)