balsam-scented

Seriously, she has clue what to do about Iraq and has made no contribution whatsoever, other than that during her recent trip to Iraq she delivered 100 balsam-scented "Scent of Maine" sachets to the troops.

Yogurt Mogul Hirshberg Mulling Challenge To Sununu 2009

She dipped a cloth in the warm balsam-scented water, and gently wiped first his face and then his lax hands.

Ship Of Magic Hobb, Robin 1998

The air smelled of pitch and the balsam-scented sticks that were always burned in the spirit house to make the ancestors 'spirits welcome.

Stone of Tears Goodkind, Terry 1995

Broken in health, he had turned wearily from the rush and clamor of the city to the clear, balsam-scented air of the woods, where he was fast gaining a health and vigor that he had not believed possible.

Followers of the Trail Zoe Meyer

Then the balsam-scented air, and the dew-laden bushes along the chattering little stream as it flows over a chaos of broken granite or works itself into a boiling froth, only to jump headlong into a quiet green pool.

Buffalo Roost F. H. Cheley

Then he would slip away to the balsam-scented hilltop and be perfectly happy sweeping the chapel floor, dusting the pews, polishing the brasswork, rearranging the hymnals in the racks.

Where the Blue Begins Christopher Morley 1923

Even groping through a balsam-scented darkness with one hand clasping the thrilly fingers of a lovely young girl, this distaste did not altogether leave him.

Peace on Earth, Good-will to Dogs Eleanor Hallowell Abbott 1915

All three breathless, all three excited, all three reproachful, -- they swept into the warm, balsam-scented Rattle-Pane House with a gust of frost, a threat of disaster.

Peace on Earth, Good-will to Dogs Eleanor Hallowell Abbott 1915

And while Youth and its Laughter -- a chaos of color and shrill crescendos -- was surging back and forth across the flower-wreathed piazzas, and violins were wheedling, and Japanese lanterns drunk with candle light were bobbing gaily in the balsam-scented breeze, little

Little Eve Edgarton Eleanor Hallowell Abbott 1915

Keith -- "Johnny" they used to call him up and down the few balsam-scented streets -- his father's right-hand man mentally but a little off feed, as his chum, Reddy McTabb, used to say, when it came to the matter of muscle and brawn.

The River's End James Oliver Curwood 1903