She felt rough hemp.

The strands were a rough hemp, tight and strong.

My hand slipped on the rope; the rough hemp burned the skin.

This American one, from the turn of the century, is woven of rough textured hemp, with a bit of wicker trim.

The clothes were of rough, dark-dyed hemp, and fitted her loosely.

It was rough, narrow hemp, one centimeter in diameter.

Hand over hand, they slid from their seats down the pickup rope, a thick, knotted stretch of rough hemp that fell away into blackness.

I yelped as the rough hemp burned me, then reflected that it was the first heat I'd had in hours.

She imagined her mouth was chafed red from rubbing against the rough hemp.

She gripped the rough hemp.