Personality is not confined to the individual: it clings to his picture, his garments, his writing; it has the persistency of a civet perfume.
"The Sins of Séverac Bablon"
Sax Rohmer
It wasn't a tiger, it was a civet cat-a thing rather like a fox, with a long pointed nose and an uncommonly nasty smell.
"Olivia in India"
O. Douglas
The civet cat, stimulated by love or war, fills the glade with an odor so pungent that it seems as if the other senses must mark it.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe