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, page 82

Bazi Tea - In turn, from the oases the nomads receive, most importantly, Sa-Tarna grain and the Bazi tea. Tea is extremely important to the nomads. It is served hot and heavily sugared. It gives them 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

Blackwine -I decided I might care to taste the steaming, black wine. I lifted my finger. The girl in whose charge was the silver vessel, filled with black wine, knelt beside a tiny brazier, on which it sat, retaining its warmth. Seeing my signal, she stiffened; she hesitated. She was white, dark-haired. She wore a high, tight vest of red silk, with four hooks; her midriff was bare; she wore the sashed chalwar, a sashed, diaphanous trousered garment, full but gathered in, closely, at the ankles; she was barefoot; her wrists and ankles were bangled; she was veiled; she was collared. She rose swiftly to her feet. She knelt, head down, before me. She poured, carefully, the hot, black beverage into the tiny red cup. I dismissed her. Beneath her veil I had not been able to read the lettering on her collar, which would tell who owned her. I supposed it was Suleiman, since she was serving in the palace. The other girl, the white-skinned, red-haired girl, also in vest, chalwar and veil, and bangles and collar, lifted her tray of spoons and sugars. But I turned away. She was not summoned. The girls, white-skinned, were a matched set of slaves, one for the black wine, one for its sugars.” Tribesmen of Gor, page 105

Chocolate -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

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 rumoured 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, pages 158-59

Kalana -After the meal I tasted the drink, which might not inappropriately be described as an almost incandescent wine, bright, dry, and powerful. I learned later it was called ka-la-na.” Tarnsman of Gor, pages 22-23

Kalda -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 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 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. From OutLaw of Gor page76

Mead -I handed the horn to Thyri, who, in her cooler, naked, between two of the benches, knelt at my feet. "Yes, Jarl," said she, and ran to fill it, from the great vat. How marvelously beautiful is a naked, collared woman. "Your hall," said I to the Forkbeard, "is scarcely what I had expected."... "Here, Jarl," said Thyri, again handing me the horn. It was filled with the mead of Torvaldsland, brewed from fermented honey, thick and sweet. From Marauders of Gor page 89-90

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 sulphate…” Tribesmen of Gor, page 71

Milk- bosk -Then, kneeling, delighted, we were fed bread and roast tarsk, and hot bosk milk.” Captive of Gor, page 88

Milk, curdled -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

Paga -Paga!’ called my captor. I almost fainted. I went to him and, shaking, poured paga into his goblet; I was terrified that I might spill it; it was not only that I feared, should I spill the beverage, that I might be beaten for my clumsiness; it was even more than I wished to appear graceful and beautiful before him; but I shook, and was awkward; the paga sloshed in the goblet but, as my heart almost stood still, it did not spill; he looked at me; I was a clumsy girl, and a poor slave; I felt so small and unworthy before him; I was not only a girl, small and weak before these mighty men; I was not even a good slave. Trembling, I extended the goblet to him. He did not take it. I shrank back, confused. I did not know what to do. I realized then that I had, in my confusion and distress, forgotten to place my lips upon the goblet in subservience. I quickly pressed my lips to the goblet, kissing it. Then, suddenly, as I was to hand it to him, I boldly, again, lifted the goblet’s side to my lips. Holding it in both hands, I kissed it again, lovingly, delicately, fully, lingering, my eyes closed. I had never kissed a boy on Earth with the helplessness and passion that I bestowed upon the mere goblet of my Gorean captor. I belonged to him. I was his. I loved him! I felt the metal of the cup beneath my full, pressing lips. I opened my eyes. I proffered, tears in my eyes, the cup of paga to my captor. It was though, with the cup, I was giving myself to him. Yet I knew I needed not give myself to him, for I was his, and a slave girl; he could take me whenever he wished me. He took the cup from my hands, and dismissed me.” Slave Girl of Gor, page 68-69

Palm Wine -Schendi’s most significant exports are doubtless spices and hides, with kailiauk horn and horn products also being of great importance. One of her most delicious exports is palm wine.” Explorers of Gor, page 115

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, page 18

Sul Paga -Sul paga!’ demanded Thurnus. 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, page 414

Ta wine -Ta wine, from the famed Ta grapes, from the terraces of Cos…” Tribesmen of Gor, page 213

Turian Liquer -She picked up the small tray from the stand near the table. On it was the small vessel containing a thick, sweet liqueur from distant Turia, the Ar of the south, and the two tiny glasses from which we had sipped it.” Explorers of Gor, page 10

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, page 83-84