Lisa: I hope she likes the presents we got her.
Bart: [produces a 10-litre jug labelled `French Perfume' (in English)]
Well, I know she'll like mine. Who wouldn't like a bottle of real
French perfume? All the way from gay Pari! Foooouuur bucks (plus
tax).
-- "Jacques to be Wild"
But who is this, what thing of sea or land,--
Female of sex it seem
That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way sailing
Like a stately ship
Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles
Of Javan or Gadire,
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails fill'd, and streamers waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
An amber scent of odorous perfume
Her harbinger?...