That is a Persian custom, and I think a pretty one.

They float away from your lips in the action of drinking, and therefore they are no obstacle." I tasted the wine and found it delicious, soft and mellow as summer moonlight.

While I sipped it the big Newfoundland, who had stretched himself in a couchant posture on the hearth-rug ever since Cellini had first entered the room, rose and walked majestically to my side and rubbed his head caressingly against the folds of my dress.
"Leo has made friends with you, I see," said Cellini.

"You should take that as a great compliment, for he is most particular in his choice of acquaintance, and most steadfast when he has once made up his mind.

He has more decision of character than many a statesman." "How is it we have never seen him before ?" I inquired.