nargileh

There, in front of that coffee-house, that row of men smoking nargileh—surely they are magicians, every one.

The chibouque and nargileh and coffee belong to the divan, as the parts of harmony to each other.

The Pacha inhaled at times a more sedate nargileh, at times the chibouque of the Commander, who reclined upon the divan below.

In the bower of Kushuk, nargileh-clouded, coffee-scented, are eyes to be strictly trusted?

Refill the amber nargileh, Xenobi—another fingan of mellow mocha.