It's perfumed.

That wonderful, soothing, luring deodorant.

Why was this room not perfumed?

Keep fresh, be fresh, with FRESH deodorant.

I said men, not perfumed parlor snakes.

All she does is commercials on television for an underarm deodorant.

I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

Menacing perfumed idiots, who carry sunshades, and twitter like birds!

Our lips are not perfumed but they speak the truth.

We stink of hairspray and underarm deodorant, and all kinds of stuff.

You've got to pay for your soap, your deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, all of it.

Purple the sails, and so perfumed that the winds were lovesick with them.

I'll do the deodorant ad first then see if I can get the King going.

She perfumed, she talked to herself in the mirror and said, I am gorgeous!

If a perfumed woman passes by a crowd of men, she is considered to be an adulteress.

Any time I'm ready to go, any time I open up my medicine cabinet, you will see Ban deodorant.

One minute you're preaching a happy, perfumed heaven, the next minute, Gantry's damning everyone to a scalding, stinking hell.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

The Seventh Posture of Sir Richard Francis Burton's translation of The Perfumed Garden is an unusual sex position not described in other classical sex manuals.

Which is where deodorant comes in, killing or suppressing the bacteria through being mildly acidic, and usually also carrying some perfume elements as well to make us smell nicer.

Sadly, from the point of view of me now making a cheap gag about the French buying less deodorant than any other developed country, Montenier was actually from Chicago.

On one of his earliest projects, the team was kind of stuck, and they came up with a mechanism by hacking together a prototype made from a roll on deodorant.

That's what I would call equanimity, or equilibrium, and it's the kind of state of mind that cannot be perfumed in any way by anything that happens outside you.

You were lined up along the wharf with the other officers in you golden epaulettes while poor Sam kicked from the end of a rope over your stinking perfumed heads.

Has it ever occurred to the public, dazzled by the honcho s perfumed respectability, that it is heeding the counsel of psychotics whose message is an index of their secret dysfunction, or neurosis?