One could also purchase at the office in question small bottles of essence, flasks of perfumed vinegar, blacking, and pomade.
"Monsieur Cherami"
Charles Paul de Kock
He could hardly believe it, for he had imagined a fat, waddling, red-faced woman, smelling of pomade.
"St. Peter's Umbrella"
Kálmán Mikszáth
His dusty hat sat with an impudent tilt on crisp curls glossed with pomade and his stale cigar-butt tipped upward, under a rakish moustache.
"The Tempering"
Charles Neville Buck