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Updated: May 29, 2025
Dry curacoa, for example, to the clarinet whose tone is sourish and velvety; kummel to the oboe whose sonorous notes snuffle; mint and anisette to the flute, at once sugary and peppery, puling and sweet; while, to complete the orchestra, kirschwasser has the furious ring of the trumpet; gin and whiskey burn the palate with their strident crashings of trombones and cornets; brandy storms with the deafening hubbub of tubas; while the thunder-claps of the cymbals and the furiously beaten drum roll in the mouth by means of the rakis de Chio.
The Prince noticed that poor Vogotzine, who sat heavily down by his side, was not entirely sober. The enormous quantity of kummel he had absorbed, together with the terror produced by the article he had read, had proved too much for the good man: his face was fiery, and he constantly moistened his dry lips.
The young man, in consequence of the nature of the questions put to him by the monk, guessed what was in his mind, and that same day told Olga that Rasputin disbelieved her story how the valet had drunk the glass of kümmel that had been poured out for his master, and that, full of chagrin, he was plotting a revenge. Of this we knew nothing till afterwards.
"If you ever tell the captain on us," First Mate Miller threatened, as he and the second mate stood over a barrel of Kümmel, mixing hot water with it, to fill up for what they had stolen, "if you ever tell, I'll see that you go overboard by accident ... when we clear for Iqueque, after we unload at Sydney." "Why should I tell? It's none of my business!" I had come upon them, as they were at work.
Everything horrible and now kummel!" Laughing a thick laugh, he gave a twirl to his moustache, and swaggered on. "I was a fine fellow nothing too big for Mario Sarelli; the regiment looked to me. Then she came with her eyes and her white dress, always white, like this one; the little mole on her chin, her hands for ever moving their touch as warm as sunbeams.
Those of the vintages of France and Spain were drunk in toasting their respective countries, and even Russia was honored in a similar way by means of a few bottles of kummel.
Tasso, Novara, and the diva so beloved of cardinals mingled confusedly in Jean Servien's heated brain, and in a burst of sublime if fuddled enthusiasm he wrung the old villain's hand. Everything had grown indistinct; he seemed to be swimming in an element of molten metal. Monsieur Tudesco, who at the moment was imbibing a glass of kümmel, pointed to his waistcoat of ticking.
The day promised to be of great heat; it was already sultry, the courtiers were already fuddled; and still the kummel continued to go round, and the crown prince to play butler.
"For me!" he said, swinging round, and rising. "Your health! And so you don't believe in suicide, but in murder? The custom is the other way; but you don't believe in customs? Customs are only for Society?" He drank a glass of kummel. "You do not love Society?" Harz looked at him intently; he did not want to quarrel.
"Why?" he asked, taking the glass of Kummel which the waiter had brought and setting it down on a table by him. "Aren't you a shy er beast?" He stared at her calmly for a moment, and then said: "I say, you're too sharp, Lady Holme."
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