The blond girl in Thornton’s bedded the wicket basket with rustling fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.
-Put these in first, will you? he said.
-Yes sir, the blond girl said. And the fruit on top.
(Ulysses, Gabler 187, 299-303)
Earlier, Bloom’s letter from Martha asked him what kind of perfume his wife wore. Apparently, perfume given to her by another man.