​DRINK

The kettle and paga sluts must learn the drinks in this listing, each slave will be able to effectivly post a serve of these drinks in exercises to pass their six week trial period.



 KA-LA-NA, PAGA and KAL-DA 

 

KA-LA-NA...
Made from the fruit of the Ka-la-na tree, Ka-la-na is a dry red wine stored in bottles that bear the wax seal of the City it came from. As with most wines of Earth, Ka-la-na had various levels of quality, a few of which are specifically mentioned, the best Ka-la-na is said to be from Ar, Gor's prime source of this wine.
Considered to be the symbol of romantic love, Ka-la-na is served hot, cold, or warm.
Like wines of earth, Ka-la-na is served in a goblet, warmed Ka-la-na however is seen served in the Gorean enameled trimmed clay bowl also called crater.
*I turned and, among the furnishings of the tent, found a bottle of Ka-la-na, of good vintage, from the vineyards of Ar, the loot of a caravan raid. I then took the wine, with a small copper bowl, and a black, red-rimmed wine crater, to the side of the fire. Captive of Gor _p331.
*'Oh, it is marvellous ka-la-na,' she purred. I gathered that she had never before had such ka-la-na. True, it might run the buyer as much as three copper tarsks, a price for which some women can be purchased. Mercenaries of Gor, 25:345.

PAGA...
Sa-Paga ...
The words Pagar-Sa-Tarna ( Sa-Paga) mean "pleasure of the life-daughter". Paga, the symbol of physical love, is an undistilled amber colored alcoholic beverage made from the golden sa-tarna grain. Its taste is often described as "hot" and "firey".
Stored in vats, verr skin botas, bottles or bronze vessels.
Drunk directly from the bota, or poured as shown below, into goblets, pots, cups, glasses or kantharos (footed bowls).
It is often served warm, even hot.
*Paga! called the standing man. Paga! A blonde girl, nude, with a string of pearls wound about her steel collar, ran to the table and, from the bronze vessel, on its strap, about her shoulder, poured paga into the goblet before the seated man. Rogue of Gor, p 78.

Sul-Paga...
Made from the golden vine borne vegetable called "sul" (resembles an earth potato), Sul-Paga is a distilled, clear alcoholic beverage. It is typically drunk by peasants and seldom available outside their villages.
The one that you would be serving within the Halls of Mannaz if they ask for paga is Sa-Paga. Only serve Sul-Paga if thats what they ask for.
*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, p 414.

 

Kal-da is a searing brew of mid-grade ka-la-na wine, fruit juices, and mulling spices, simmered over the coals. Served to men only.

 

*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 this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labour. 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. But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed. 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. I smiled to myself, felt the sack of coins in my tunic, bent down and pushed the door open. -Outlaws of Gor

 

*I had hardly settled myself behind the table when the proprietor 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 occasion, 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. -Outlaws of Gor

 

 

“I could use a cup of kal-da,” said an oarsman.

 “So could we all,” said another. -Swordsman of Gor