"Don't know how they make it, Molly. This stuff does taste a bit unlike the brew they make in India." Or possibly the brew they made hundreds of years ago in India. Arack came in so many different forms across the world. Sharpe would be hard-pressed to find the exact kind he knew from the Indian campaign.

He took another long drink. "Maybe, though. Anise?" He considered the taste yet again. "Yes."