And there's an old-fashioned kind of musky smell, too, that always means Sunday clothes, and a tall pew, and a village choir.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
The room was dark and cool, but the air seemed heavy with a lingering musky odor.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Quick-glancing, sweetly smiling, she entered the musky, scented parlour, and in her white robe and white hat stood like a lily in its light and gloom.
"The Maid of Maiden Lane"
Amelia E. Barr