There was an odour of pomade and vanilla that made me feel sick.
The pomade was a present from Esther, and it was the first time I had used it.
He beheld them rub their eyes and bodies with a sort of pomade, when, lo!
As you please; but since you refuse to do it, we will say no more about the jar of pomade.
But this old hag who makes the pomade—do you know her address?