Violets, pinks, and sweetbriar were common enough; roses and mignionette, for those who had gardens, honeysuckle for those who walked along the bowery lanes; but wearing them betrayed no vulgarity of taste: the queen upon her throne might be glad to smell at a nosegay of the flowers.

A beau- pot (as we called it) of pinks and roses freshly gathered was placed every morning that they were in bloom on my lady's own particular table.
For lasting vegetable odours she preferred lavender and sweet-woodroof to any extract whatever.

Lavender reminded her of old customs, she said, and of homely cottage-gardens, and many a cottager made his offering to her of a bundle of lavender.

Sweet woodroof, again, grew in wild, woodland places where the soil was fine and the air delicate: the poor children used to go and gather it for her up in the woods on the higher lands; and for this service she always rewarded them with bright new pennies, of which my lord, her son, used to send her down a bagful fresh from the Mint in London every February.
Attar of roses, again, she disliked.

She said it reminded her of the city and of merchants' wives, over-rich, over-heavy in its perfume.