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“Basil Stag Hare tut-tutted severely as he remarked to Ambrose Spike, 'Tch, tch. Dreadful table manners. Just look at those three wallahs, kicking up a hullaballoo like that! Eating's a serious business.”
― Brian Jacques, Redwall

“Relax,” Lucian said dryly. “Bricker will not leave without me. The SUV is—”
“What?” Basil asked when his brother paused with his arm half raised, shock crossing his features.
“The little shit just drove away without me,” Lucian said with amazement.”
― Lynsay Sands, The Immortal Who Loved Me

“Oh! In what a wild hour of madness he had killed his friend! How ghastly the mere memory of the scene! He saw it all again. Each hideous detail came back to him with added horror. Out of the black cave of Time, terrible and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“With an evening coat and a white tie, as you told me once, anybody, even a stock-broker, can gain a reputation for being civilized. Well, after I had been in the room about ten minutes, talking to huge overdressed dowagers and tedious academicians, I suddenly became conscious that some one was looking at me.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Of all the herbs, Jasmine thought, basil was her soul mate. She rubbed her fingers over a leaf and sniffed deeply at the pungent, almost licorice scent. Basil was sensuous, liking to stretch out green and silky under a hot sun with its feet covered in cool soil. Basil married so well with her favorite ingredients: rich ripe tomatoes, a rare roast lamb, a meaty mozzarella. Jasmine plucked three leaves from her basil plant and slivered them in quick, precise slashes, then tucked them into her salad along with a tablespoon of slivered orange rind. Her lunch today was to be full of surprises. She wanted to impress as well as amuse this particular guest. They would start with a tomato soup in which she would hide a broiled pesto-stuffed tomato that would reveal itself slowly with every sip. Next she would pull out chicken breasts stuffed with goat cheese and mint. Then finish with poached pears, napped heavily in eau-de-vie-spiked chocolate.”
― Nina Killham, How to Cook a Tart

“I like cooking pasta. Maybe it's that I always wanted to be Italian American in some dark part of my soul; maybe I get off on that final squirt of emulsifying extra virgin, just after the basil goes in, I don't know.”
― Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly

“I can smell fennel, lemongrass and cinnamon. But there's something more... something that ties those three spices together. What is this powerful aroma underneath it all?
"'Holy basil'! And he used fresh leaves!"
Holy...
... basil?
"It's a spice native to Southeast Asia and sacred to the Hindu religion. Just one whiff of it...
... sends a refreshing sensation throughout the entire body. In Ayurvedic medicine, it's even considered an elixir of life!" *Ayurveda is the name of Hindu traditional medicine in which proper diet plays a large role.*
"Really? What an amazing spice!"
"However...
... holy basil rarely makes it to Japan while still fresh! It should be nearly impossible to procure!
How on earth did you get it?!"
"Oh, that? We raise it year-round for our seminar. And how do we cultivate it? Well... that's a trade secret."
"What?! He raises his own uber-rare spices?!"
"That's the Shiomi seminar for you."
""Shiomi"? They must mean Professor Jun Shiomi, the academic expert on spices!"
"Man, this scent is not just powerful, it's addictive! But that's not the only thing going on in this dish. There's something else, something that spurs you on to the next bite...
tartness? Yogurt!"
"Good guess, Yukihira. Holy basil is so strong it can easily overpower all other spices if you aren't careful. But adding in yogurt mellows it out."
Not only that, the spices he used have the curcumin compound, which is known to aid the liver in detoxifying the blood. That together with the lactic acids in yogurt increases how well the body absorbs it!”
― Yuto Tsukuda, 食戟のソーマ 8 [Shokugeki no Souma 8]

“But you were simple, natural, and affectionate then. You were the most unspoiled creature in the whole world. Now I don't know what has come over you. [...]”
― Oscar Wilde

“Dorian, ore. Ore, meu amigo. N?o importa o que fizemos na vida, n?o é tarde demais para mudar. Arrependa-se enquanto há tempo. Reze para que o Senhor tenha piedade de você.”
― Oscar Wilde