For the dill are not threshed with a sharp instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned over the cumin but the dill is beaten out with a stick, and the cumin with a rod.

For the dill are not threshed with a sharp instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned over the cumin but the dill is beaten out with a stick, and the cumin with a rod.

For the fitches are not threshed with a threshing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin but the fitches are beaten out with a staff, and the cummin with a rod.

For the fitches are not threshed with a threshing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin but the fitches are beaten out with a staff, and the cummin with a rod.

Sambuca?

There's fennel for you, and columbines.

And I kept I said, you know, I swear to God I tasted star anise.

Anisette, Pastis, Marseille, the Foreign Legion!

I hate Pernod. But madam always drinks...

When he has leveled its surface, doesn't he plant the dill, and scatter the cumin seed, and put in the wheat in rows, the barley in the appointed place, and the spelt in its place?

When he has leveled its surface, doesn't he plant the dill, and scatter the cumin seed, and put in the wheat in rows, the barley in the appointed place, and the spelt in its place?

When he hath made plain the face thereof, doth he not cast abroad the fitches, and scatter the cummin, and cast in the principal wheat and the appointed barley and rie in their place?

When he hath made plain the face thereof, doth he not cast abroad the fitches, and scatter the cummin, and cast in the principal wheat and the appointed barley and rie in their place?

Safe and sound

There's 100 percent star anise in there.

Scotch for you, sir, and Pernod for madam.

S. Serebrennikov Assistant Directors

This flower smells sweet.

Seafood casserole, and bananas for dessert.

A delicious man cub.

And then will come what they call the heart, the lush heart note.

That's why I slept so well.

Eskimo pies, sweet as honey!

For letting you sweettalk me and kiss me.

Babies whose mothers did not eat anise during pregnancy showed a reaction that translated roughly as yuck.

On this I awakened, and saw and my sleep was sweet to me.

On this I awakened, and saw and my sleep was sweet to me.

Upon this I awaked, and beheld and my sleep was sweet unto me.

Upon this I awaked, and beheld and my sleep was sweet unto me.

Krispy Kreme has figured this whole thing out.

A sort of French version of this experiment was carried out in Dijon, France where researchers found that mothers who consumed food and drink flavored with licorice flavored anise during pregnancy showed a preference for anise on their first day of life, and again, when they were tested later, on their fourth day of life.

When you lie down, you will not be afraid. Yes, you will lie down, and your sleep will be sweet.

When you lie down, you will not be afraid. Yes, you will lie down, and your sleep will be sweet.

When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.

When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.

They're sleeping soundly, but I can't, thinking about tomorrow.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, whether he eats little or much but the abundance of the rich will not allow him to sleep.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, whether he eats little or much but the abundance of the rich will not allow him to sleep.

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.

And it's really, just sort of for me, it was just really about the lusciousness of oil.

Sugar.

Sugar?

Sugar!

And also Sugar.