"Upon her head boards, in large gilt letters, he read 'Bouton de Rose,' -- Rose-button, or Rose-bud; and this was the romantic name of this aromatic ship. [...] "'A wooden rose-bud, eh?' he cried with his hand to his nose, 'that will do very well; but how like all creation it smells!'" Moby Dick, Ch. 91, 'The Pequod meets the Rose-bud'