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?

I had a ration of vodka in the army, and now champagne.

There's 100 percent star anise in there.

Scotch for you, sir, and Pernod for madam.

Nothing.

Vodka?

Vodka on the rocks.

Vodka!

How do you know?

Do you have vodka?

Siamese vodka?

In Moscow, girls of eight and upwards sell themselves for food, cigarettes or a miniature of vodka.

Where is the vodka?

Where's the vodka?

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

Mmm. Vodka now, isn't it?

Treat him to some vodka.

And then the next step is another 15 volts.

I can make 'em with vodka.

Scotch, gin, vodka...

We drink vodka, little flower.

Give me some Vodka.

Well, how about a malted with a little vodka?

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.

Tom is in the other room drinking vodka.

Just one vodka, Pierre.

Everyone gave me vodka.

Russian vodka.

I remember having to use vodka my own vodka to pickle it because we don't carry formaldehyde.

Scotch and tonic?

What would you like to drink?

Yes, thank you very much. I'd like a vodka martini on the rocks.

Not such a saint after all They're all alike.