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Oppuk gazed down at the creature in disgust.  Not only had it forced its barbaric name upon him, it smelled of floral aromatics, which the denizens of this world often applied to themselves in the mistaken belief that the natural scents of their bodies were noisome, while blatant artificial odors were somehow more acceptable.
Oppuk, The Course of Empire, Eric Flint & K.D. Wentworth