"The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been the measure of five gallons...It was the victory ale." Marauders of Gor, page 82 "Many were the roast tarsk and roast bosk that had roasted over the long fire, on the iron spits. Splendid was the quality of the ale at the tables of the Blue Tooth..." Marauders of Gor, page 191 " 'The Forkbeard greets you!' shouted Ivar. I blinked. The hall was light. I had not understood it to be so large. At the tables, lifting ale and knives to the Forkbeard were more than a thousand men." Marauders of Gor, page 194
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"In turn, from the oases, the nomads receive, most importantly, Sa-Tarna grain and the Bazi Tea." Tribesmen of Gor, page 37 "From time to time the caravan stopped and, boiling water over tiny fires, we made tea." Tribesmen of Gor, page 72 "Tea is extremely important to the nomads. It is served hot and highly sugared. It gives strength then, in virtue of the sugar, and cools them, by making them sweat, as well as stimulating them. It is drunk three small cups at a time, carefully measured." Tribesmen of Gor, page 38 "...'Is it ready?' I asked. I looked at the tiny copper kettle on the small stand. A tiny kaiila-dung fire burned under it. A small, heavy curved glass was nearby, on a flat box, which would hold some two ounces of the tea.  Bazi tea is drunk in tiny glasses, usually three at a time, carefully measured." Tribesmen of Gor, page 139
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"This is warmed chocolate," I said, pleased. It was very rich and creamy.
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.
"It is very good," I said.
"Thank you, Mistress," she said.
"Is it from Earth?" I asked.
"Not directly," she said. "Many things here, of course, ulitmately have an Earth origin. It is not improbable that the beans from which the first cacao trees on this world were grown were brought from Earth."
"Do the trees grow near here?" I asked.
"No Mistress," she said, "we obtain the beans from which the chocolate is made, from Cosian merchants, who in turn, obtain them in the tropics." Kajira of Gor, page 61
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"By one fire I could see a squat Tuchuk, hands on his hips, dancing and stamping about by himself, drunk on fermented milk curds, dancing, according to Kamchak, to please the sky." Nomads of Gor, page 28
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"Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. I did not care much for the mouth warming concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor. I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness (a poor grade of Ka-la-na was used in its brewing) then to any gustatory excellence." Outlaw of Gor, page 76 "I had hardly settled myself behind the table when the propietor had placed a large, fat pot of steaming Kal-da before me. It almost burned my hands to lift the pot. I took a long, burning swig of the brew and though, on another ocassion, I might have thought it foul, tonight it sang through my body like the bubbling fire it was, a sizzling, brutal irritant that tasted so bad and yet charmed me so much I had to laugh." Outlaw of Gor, page 78 "Even the proprietor slept, his head across his folded arms on the counter, behind which stood the great Kal-da brewing pots, at last empty and cold." Outlaw of Gor, page 80
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" 'It is time for the liqueurs, slave,' I told her
'Yes, Master,' she whispered.
'Ah,'said Glyco.'The liqueurs!'
First from the kitchen, bearing her tray, came the voluptuous slave of Aemilianuus. Behind her, too with her tray, came the little dark-haired slave. In a moment both were derferntially serving. The collared softness of the dark-haired girl well set off the the metal of the tray, and the small multicolored glasses and bottles upon it." Guardsman of Gor, page 254
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"In the north generally, mead, a drink made with fermented honey and water, and often spices and such, tends to be favored over paga." Vagabonds of Gor, page 16 " 'Here Jarl,' said Thyri, again handing me the horn. It was filled with the mead of Torvoldsland, brewed from fermented, honey, thick and sweet." Marauders of Gor, page 90 "Bera went to the next man, to fill his cup with the mead, from the heavy hot tankard, gripped with cloth, which she carried." Marauders of Gor, page 78 "Many were the roast tarsk and roast bosk that had roasted over the long fire, on the iron spits. Splendid was the quality of the ale at the tables of the Blue Tooth. Sweet and strong was the mead." Marauders of Gor, page 191 "I held up the large drinking horn of the north. 'There is no way for this to stand upright,' I said to him, puzzled. He threw back his head again and roared once more with laughter.
'If you cannot drain it,' he said, 'give it to another!'
I threw back my head and drained the horn." Marauders of Gor, page 89
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" The smell of fruit and vegetables, and verr milk was very strong." Savages of Gor, page 60 "I heard the lowing of the milk bosk from among the wagons." Nomads of Gor, page 27 "When the meat was ready, Kamchak ate his fill, and drank down, too, a flagon of bosk milk..." Nomads of Gor, page 139 "Too I had brought up a small bowl of powdered bosk milk. We had finished the creams last night." Guardsman of Gor, page 295 "My house, incidentally, like most Gorean houses, had no ice chest. There is little cold storage on Gor. Generally, food is preserved by being dried or salted. Some cold storage, of course, does exist. Ice is cut from ponds in the winter, and then stored in ice houses, under sawdust. One may go to the ice houses for it, or have it delivered in ice wagons. Most Goreans, of course, cannot afford the luxury of ice in the summer." Guardsman of Gor, page 295
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"At such times there is drinking of rence beer, steeped, boiled  and fermented from the crushed seeds and the whitish pith of the plant." Raiders of Gor, page 18 "I had also been used to carry the heavy kettles of rence beer from the various islands to the place of feasting." Raiders of Gor, page 41 "I had carried about bowls of cut, fried fish, and wooden trays of roated tarsk meat, and roasted gants, threaded on sticks, and rence cakes and porridges, and gourd flagons, many times replenished, of rence beer." Raiders Gor, page 44
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"Slave wine is bitter, intentionally so. Its effects last for more than a Gorean month. I did not wish the females to conceive. A female slave is taken off the slave wine only when it is her master's intention to breed her." Marauders of Gor, pages 23-24 "From a spout on the vessel, grinning, Gorm filled the golden cup. The liquid swirling in the cup was black. ... She looked at the black liquid.
'Drink,' said the Forkbeard.
She lifted it to her lips, and tasted it. She closed her eyes and lifted her face.
'It is too bitter,' she wept. ...
One by one, the prizes of Ivar Forkbeard, even the rich, proud Aelgifu, were forced to down the slave wine." Marauders of Gor pages 83-84 " 'Have you had your slave wine?' asked Ina.
'Yes,' I said. This is not really a wine, or an alcoholic beverage. It is called 'slave wine,' I think, for the amusement of the Masters. It is extremely bitter. One draught of the substance is reputed to last until the administration of an appropriate 'releaser.'"
"...doses of this foul stuff are usually administered to female slaves at regular intervals, usually once or twice a year."
" 'The time to worry,' said Ina, 'is if they decide to make you a breeding slave.'
I nodded.
'You must then drink the releaser,' she said.
I nodded numbly.
'I have been told it is quite good,' she said."
"Slave wine makes sense in a slave-holding culture such as Gor. The breeding of slaves, like any sort of domestic animals, and particularly valuable ones, is carefully controlled. As a slave, of course, I could be bred, or crossed, when, and however, my master might see fit. It is the same as with other animals." Dancer of Gor, pages 175-175
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"My master extended his cup to me, and I , kneeling, filled it with Sul paga. I pressed my lips to the cup, and handed it to him. My eyes smarted. I almost felt drunk from the fumes." Slave Girl of Gor, page 134

"Sul paga is, when distilled, though the sul itself is yellow, is clear as water...the still with its tanks and pipes lay within the village, that of Tabuk's Ford, in which Thurnus, our host, was caste leader.
'Excellent,' said my master, sipping the sul paga. He could have been commenting only on the potency of the drink, for Sul paga is almost tasteless. One does not guzzle Sul paga. Last night one of the men had held my head back and forced me to swallow a mouthful. In moments things had gone black and I had fallen unconscious."

Slave Girl of Gor, page 134

"Sul paga, as anyone knew, is seldom available outside of a peasant village, where it is brewed. Sul paga would slow a thalarion. To stay on your feet after a mouthful of Sul paga it is said one must be of the peasants, and then for several generations. And even then, it is said, it is difficult to manage. There is a joke about the baby of a peasant father being born drunk nine months later."

Slave Girl of Gor, page 414
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"He came to me, bent over, tattered, swarthy, grinning up at me, the verrskin bag over his shoulder, the brass cups, a dozen of them, attached to shoulder straps and his belt, rattling and clinking...Without removing the bag from his shoulder, he filled the cup...the water flowed into the cup between a tiny vent-and-spigot device, which wastes little water, by reducing spillage, which was tied in and waxed into a hole in the front left foreleg of the verrskin.  The skins are carefully stripped and any rents are sewed up, the seams coated with wax.  When the whole skin is thoroughly cleaned of filth and hair, straps are fastened to it, so that i might be conveniently carried on the shoulders, or over the back..."             Tribesmen of Gor, page 36
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 "In a Gorean supper in a house of wealth, in the course of the supper, with varied coures, eight to ten wines might be served, each suitably and congruously matched with respect to texture and bouquet not only to one another but to the accompanying portions of food." Fight Slave of Gor, page 277 "Wine, incidentally, is often mixed with water in Gorean homes. This is primarily because of the potency of many Gorean wines." Guardsman of Gor, page 235  "It was Ta wine, from the Ta grapes of the terraces of Cos...In the last year heavy import duties had been levied byt the high council of Vonda agains the wines of   certain other cities, in particular against the Ka-la-nas of Ar." Fighting Slave of Gor, page 306 "...hot Bazi tea, sugared, and later, Turian wine." Tribesmen of Gor, page 37  "I did not much care for the sweet, syrupy wines of Turia, flavored and sugared to the point where one could almost leave one's fingerprints on their surface." Nomads of Gor, pages 83-84 "One girl held our head bac, and others, from goblets, gave us of wines, Turian wine, sweet and thick, Ta wine, from the famed Ta grapes, from the terraces of Cos, wines even, Ka-la-nas, sweets and drys, from distant Ar." Tribesmen of Gor, page 213
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