The trembling did begin to ease within a minute or two, and Jamie opened his eyes with a sigh.
I’m all right,” he said. “Claire, I’m all right, now. But for God’s sake, get rid of that stink!”
It was only then that I consciously noticed the scent in the room – a light, spicy floral smell, so common a perfume that I had thought nothing of it. Lavender. A scent for soaps and toilet waters. I had last smelled it in the dungeons of Wentworth Prison, where it anointed the linen or the person of Captain Jonathon Randall.
Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 38 – The Abbey)