peach blossom

My contemptible and insignificant name, illustrious Captain, is Peach-blossom.

And steadily reigning throughout the ship, like the very spirit of death, was that aroma of peach-blossom.

Her face, too, had colour—the soft, warm tint of the peach-blossom—and her auburn hair was like an aureole.

The others must be left to the imagination, from the green fig-bulbs to the peach-blossom and guelder-roses.