A rare orchid that gives off its scent only at night," Nettle replied. "The petals are pure white, far more delicate even than jasmine. One cannot obtain the essence by heating the blossoms- they are too fragile."

"Cold enfleurage, then?" Lillian murmured, referring to the process of soaking the precious petals in sheets of fat until it was saturated with their fragrance, then using an alcohol-based solvent to draw out the pure essence.

"Yes."

She took another breath of the exquisite essence. "What is the orchid's name?"

"Lady of the Night."

That elicited a delighted chuckle from Daisy. "That sounds like the title of one of the novels my mother has forbidden me to read.

Lisa Kleypas, It Happened One Autumn (Wallflowers, #2)