"'Bayberry, balsam fir, wild ginger, and Arsesmart,' she said, sniffing like a truffle-hound. 'Bit of sage, too, I think.'
'Arsesmart? Is that a comment on what she thought of you?' ...
'Ha bloody ha,' her mother replied tartly, dusting the little heap of dried plant matter onto the table with the bones. 'Otherwise known as water-pepper. It's a rather irritating little thing that grows near brooks—gives you blisters and smarts the eyes—or other things, I imagine, if you happen to carelessly sit on it.'"
—Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (NY: Bantam Dell, 2001), 1003