Ale

The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been of the measure of five gallons. over this he then closed his fist. It was the sign of the hammer, the sign of Thor. The tankard then, with two great bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands among the rowers. The men threw back their heads and, the liquid spilling down their bodies, drank ale. It was the victory ale.

Marauders of Gor, pg 82

" '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, pg 194

Bazi Tea

"Hot Bazi Tea I wanted. This is an important trade item in the north. I now knew why. The southern sugars are also popular. I had originally supposed this was because of their sweetness, there being few sweet items, save some berries, in the north. I now began to suspect that the calories of the sugars also played their role in their popularity."

Beasts of Gor, pg 206

Tea is extremely important to the nomads. It is served hot and heavily sugared. It gives them strength then, in virture 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, pg 38

Blackwine

"She carried a tray, on which were various spoons and sugars. She knelt, placing her tray upon the table. With a tiny spoon, its tip no more than a tenth of a hort in diameter, she placed four measures of white sugar, and six of yellow, in the cup; with two stirring spoons, one for the white sugar, another for the yellow, she stirred the beverage after each measure. She then held the cup to the side of her cheek, testing its temperature; Ibn Saran glanced at her; she, looking at him, timidly kissed the side of the cup and placed it before him. Then, head down, she withdrew."

Tribesmen of Gor, pg 89

"I lifted the tiny silver cup to my lips and took a drop of the black wine. It's strength and bitterness are such that it is normally drunk in such a manner, usually only a drop or a few drops at a time. Commonly, too, it is mollified with creams and sugars. I drank it without creams and sugars, perhaps, for I had been accustomed, on Earth, to drinking coffee in such a manner, and the black wine of Gor is clearly coffee, or closely akin to coffee. Considering its bitterness, however, if I had not been drinking such a tiny amount, and so slowly, scarcely wetting my lips, I too, would surely have had recourse to the tasty, gentling additives with which it is almost invariably served."

Guardsman of Gor, pg 247

Chocolate

"This is warmed choclate," 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," shae said. "Many things here, of course, ultimately have an Earth orgin. It is not imporbable that the beans from which the first cacao trees on this world wer 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 optain them in the tropics."

Kajira of Gor, pg 61

Falarian wine

"Among these petitioners came one Fellow bringing with Him the promise of a gift of wine, a wine supposedly secret, the rare Falarian wine, a wine only rumored among collectors to exist, a wine supposedly so rare and precious that its cost might purchase a city. She, of course would test this. She though only a slave, would choose to sip it."

Mercenaries of Gor pg 158

Fermented Milk Curds

"By one fire I could see a squat Tuchuk, hands on hips, dancing and stamping about by himself, drunk on fermented milk curds, dancing, according to Kamchak, to please the Sky."

Nomads of Gor, pg 28

Ka-la-na

"A small bottle of Ka-la-na wine, in a wicker basket... I had never tasted so rich and delicate a wine on Earth, and yet here, on this world, it cost only a copper tarn disk and was so cheap, and plentiful, that it might be given even to a female slave... It was the first Gorean fermented beverage which I had tasted. It is said that Ka-la-na has an unusual effect on a female."

Captive of Gor, pg 114

I went to his locker near the mat and got out his Ka-la-na flask, taking a long draught myself and then shoving it into his hands. He drained the flask in one drink and wiped his hand across his beard, stained with the red juice of the fermented drink.

Tarnsman of Gor, pg 168

Kal-da

"Kalda is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted kalana 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 whom 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 gradre of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing, than to any gustatory excellence. Moreover, where there was Kal-da there should be bread and meat. I thought of the yellow Gorean bread, baked in the shape of round, flat loaves, fresh and hot; My mouth watered for a tabuk steak or, perhaps, if I were lucky, a slice of roast tarsk, the formidable six tusked wild boar of Gor`s temperate forests."

Outlaw of Gor, pg 76

Larma Juice

"Drinks, cool drinks!" called a woman, selling juices by the side of the road, coming up to the cart. There was a small crowd at the crest of the hill. It was a place where carts, and wagons, and travelers often stopped. In such a place there were coins to be made. She paid no attention to the sight below. Doubtless she had seen it a thousand times. Her eyes were on possible customers.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked Boabissia.
"Yes," she said.
I purchased her some larma juice for a tarsk bit.
"Is it cool?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. The morning was hot.

Mercenaries of Gor, pg 257

Mead

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, pg 16

� " 'Here Jarl,' said Thyri, again handing me the horn. It was filled with the mead of Torvaldsland, brewed from fermented, honey, thick and sweet."

� Marauders of Gor, pg 90

� "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, pg 89

Milk

Verr Milk

"She had been carrying a large bag of churned verr milk on her head.....She dropped the churned verr milk, the bag's seams fortunately for her not splitting..."

Tribesmen of Gor, pg 89

Behind them came another of their caste, leading two milk verr which he had purchased.

Beasts of Gor pg 47

"we are passing a market" said Samos."You had better close the window slats." I glanced outside. The smell of fruit and vegetables, and verr milk, was strong.

Savages of Gor pg 60

Bosk Milk

There were only a few bosk visible, and they were milk bosk. The sheds I saw would accommodate many more animals. I surmised, as is common in Torvaldsland, most of the cattle had been driven higher into the mountains, to graze wild during the summer, to be fetched back to the shed only in the fall, with the coming of winter.

Marauders of Gor, pg 82

"The Wagon Peoples grow no food, nor do they have manufacturing as we know it. They are herders a, and it is said, killers. They eat nothing that has touched the dirt. They live on the meat and milk of the bosk.

Nomads of Gor, pg 4

The food at the table of Cernus was good, but it was plain, rather severe, like the master of the House. I had tarsk meat and yellow bread with honey, Gorean peas, and a tankard of diluted Ka-la-na, warm water mixed with wine. Ho-Tu, I noted, but did not speak to Him of it, drank only water and, with a horn spoon, ate only a grain porridge mixed with bosk milk.

Assassin of Gor, pg 87

Kailla Milk

kaiila milk, which is used, like verr milk, by the peoples of the Tahari, is reddish, and has a strong, salty taste; it contains much ferrous sulfate; a similar difference between the two animals, or two sorts of kaiila, is that the sand kaiila is omnivorous, whereas the southern kaiila is strictly carnivorous...

Tribesmen of Gor, pg 71

Paga

"I decided, if worse came to worst, that I could always go to a simple paga tavern where, if those of Tharna resembled those of Ko-ro-ba and Ar, one might, curled in a rug behind the low tables, unobtrusively spend the night for the price of a pot of paga, a strong, fermented drink brewed from the yellow grains of Gor's staple crop, Sa-Tarna, or Life Daughter. The expression is related to Sa-Thasna, the expression for meat, or food in general, which means Life-Mother. Paga is a corruption of Pagar-Sa-Tarna, which means Pleasure of the Life Daughter."

Outlaw of Gor pgs 74 � 75

" 'Fetch me paga,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
I went to the wagon to fetch a large bota of paga, which had been filled from one of the large jugs.
Lana and Ute, too, went to the wagon, to fetch other botas, so commanded by other guards.
Soon I returned to the firelight, the heavy bota of paga, on its strap, slung over my shoulder, Ute and Lana, with theirs, behind me.
The grass felt good to my bare feet. It seemed I could feel each blade. I felt the rough fabric of the camisk on my body as I moved, the pull of the strap on my shoulder, the heavy, swaying touch of the bota as, in the rhythm of my walk, it touched my side."

Captive of Gor, pg 112

Rence Beer

"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, pg 18

I had been used in the fastening of the bridges, and in the drawing up and tying of rence craft on the shore, as other rencers, from distant islands, arrived for festival. I had also been used to carry heavy kettles of rence beer from the various islands to the place of feasting, as well as strings of water gourds, poles of fish, plucked gants, slaughtered tarsks, and baskets of the pith of rence.

Raiders of Gor, pgs 40-41

Sul Paga

Sul paga is, when distilled, though the Sul itself is yellow, as clear as water. The Sul is a tuberous root of the Sul plant; it is a Gorean staple. He could have been commenting only on the potentcy of the drink, for Sul paga is almost tasteless. One does not guzzle Sul paga.

Slave Girl of Gor, pg 134

Sul paga, as anyone knew, is seldom available outside of a peasant village, where it is brewed. Sul paga would slow a tharlarion. 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, pg 414

Slave Wine

"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, pg 32

She held the cup. It was decorated; about its sides, cunningly wrought, was a design, bond-maids, chained. A chain design also decorated the rim, and, at five places on the cup, was the image of a slave whip, five-strapped.
She looked at the black liquid.
'Drink,' said the Forkbeard.
She lifted it to her lips, and tasted it. She closed her eyes and twisted her face.
'It is too bitter,' she wept.
She felt the knife of the Forkbeard at her belly. 'Drink,' said he.
She threw back her head and drank down the foul brew. She began to cough and weep. The coffle rope was untied from her throat. 'Send her to the branding log,' said the Forkbeard. He thrust the girl down the gangplank, into the arms of the waiting men, who hurried her from the dock.
One by one, the prizes of Ivar Forkbeard, even the rich, proud Aelgifu, were forced to down the slave wine.
Then they were, one by one, freed from the coffle, and hurried to the branding log."

Marauders of Gor pgs 101 � 102

She did not need the sip root, of course, for, as she had pointed out, she had had some within the moon, and, indeed, the effect of the sip root, in the raw state, in most women, is three to four moons. In the concentrated state, as in slave wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinate, usually requiring a releaser for its remission, usually administered, to a slave, in what is called the breeding wine, or the "second wine." When this is administered she usually� knows that she has been selected for crossing with a handsome male slave. "

Blood Brothers of Gor, pg 319

Ta-wine

"One girl held our head back, 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, pg 213

" 'Thank you, Master,' I said, and drank some swallows of the beverage. It was Ta wine, from the Ta grapes of the terraces of Cos. Such a small thing, in its way, bespoke the intimacy of the trade relations between Vonda and Cos. In the last year heavy import duties had been levied by the high council of Vonda against the wines of certain other cities, in particular against the Ka-la-nas of Ar."

Fighting Slave of Gor, pg 306

"Pamela, Bonnie," called the Lady Florence, "we are now ready for the second course of our supper." "Yes, Mistress," they said, and hurried to fetch the second course.
"It is a small dish," said the Lady Florence, "the white meat of roast vulos, prepared in a sauce of spiced Sa-Tarna and Ta wine."
The guests expressed a murmur of pleasure and anticipation. "It will be wonderful," said the Lady Leta.

Fighting Slave of Gor, pg 286

Turian wine

"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 fingerprint on their surface."

Nomads of Gor, pg 83

"One girl held our head back, 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, pg 213

In the cafes I had feasted well. I had had verr meat, cut in chunks and threaded on a metal rod, with slices of peppers and larma, and roasted; vulo stew with raisins, nuts, onions and honey; a kort with melted cheese and nutmeg; hot Bazi tea, sugared, and, later, Turian wine.

Tribesmen of Gor, pgs 47-48