Pomade

So saying, Lady Mandeville turned to the toilette, and mercilessly tied up in her handkerchief the various brushes, combs, oils, pomade, and rouge, with which the table was profusely covered.

The rain beat my hair, run down my face and into my mouth so that I can taste the coconut oil pomade from my hair.

With this excellent Pomade you may Anoint your Face at night, and waſh it off the next day in the morning with Rain-water.

He pomaded his hair until it looked like a piece of shiny plastic.