Bibi-the-Smoker rose from his seat to fetch her a glass of anisette.

Michael served some anisette to the Don and scotch to Tom Hagen.

Then too, she had often helped her mother empty a bottle of anisette.

But no whiskey had been drunk out of them-theodor of anisette is unmistakable.

The anisette even seemed to be very good, perhaps rather too sweet and slightly sickening.