whiskery

[…] the old lady is as ugly as any woman in the parish, and as tall and whiskery as a Grenadier.

Smiling, he gave us a salute, turned his horse and rode down the trail, through the high hairy weeds and whiskery flowers thriving among the rocks and faded ruts of the road.

[…] all the white trees, tall like poles, that went up and up to where, right at the top, among whiskery branches, were bits of blue that were the sky.

He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss.

It is, of course, the most whiskery old cliché, but clichés usually have their basis in fact, and this one certainly does: Historically, the French have paid extraordinary—some would say excessive—attention to what they eat and how they eat it.