Жираф: травы

А ведь базилик-то пахнет смородиновым листом...

The cakes were of three kinds -

Babas, Madeleines and Savarins - three sous apiece, fourpence half-penny the set of three. No nicer cakes are made in France and they are as good in the quartier latin as anywhere else; no nicer cakes are made in the whole world, that I know of. You must begin with the Madeleine, which is rich and rather heavy; then the Baba; and finish up with the Savarin, which is shaped like a ring, very light, and flavored with rum. And then you must really leave off.

George du Maurier, 'Trilby', opened at random