Pastis, an aniseed-flavored aperitif, is a bit of an acquired taste. Either you like it or you don't, but if you're a French man of, say, 60 years it's almost required that you brood over a cool glass on a regular basis. After spending a bunch of time in that country (probably imitating my favorite expat writers) I developed a taste for the nose-wrinkling beverage. This little shop in the small seaside town of Cassis specialized in the French staple drink, their shopwindow practically grabbing me by the lapels and throwing me inside. Needless to say, I picked up a couple of their thick glass bottles so that I could enjoy those complex flavors over the full course of our Provence swing that summer.