Bergamot

“Now and then a bee blundered in and took me for an enemy; but
there was a useful stick upon the teacher’s desk, and I rapped to call the bees
to order as if they were unruly scholars, or waved them away from their riots
over the ink, which I had bought at the Landing store, and discovered too late
to be scented with bergamot.”
Sarah Orne Jewett (The Country of the Pointed Firs, 1896)