Dry curacao, for example, to the clarinet whose tone is sourish and velvety; kümmel to the oboe whose sonorous notes snuffle; mint and anisette to the flute, at once sugary and peppery, puling and sweet;
Joris-Karl Huysmans. À Rebours
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So she went to fetch a bottle of curacao from the cupboard, reached down two small glasses, filled one to the brim, poured scarcely anything into the other, and, after having clinked glasses, carried hers to her mouth.
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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Bloom and the wife were there. Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to which we did ample justice.
James Joyce. Ulysses
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he managed to escape to Curaçao disguised in the garment he detested most in this world: a cassock.
Gabriel García Márquez. One Hundred Years of Solitude, p.106 (1970)