bog myrtle

The ling and heather were springy under her feet, and the air was sweet with the scent of the bog-myrtle.

It was covered with grass and low bushes, bog-myrtle, she thought, and a big flock of sheep were feeding there.

And that's the Blairgowrie heather and bog myrtle; never a year but it comes, and it is like a call across the sea.

The air was filled with the poignant sweetness of the loneroid or bog-myrtle, meadow-sweet, and white wild-roses.

There is a moist, rich fragrance of meadowsweet and bog myrtle in the air; and how fresh and wild and verdant it is!