The thin, sour beer did leave a good deal to be desired, even by wartime standards.

Any tavern philosopher might do the same over a bulb of sour beer.

I was drinking sour beer, and my ear hurt from the blowout.

The raiders had quickly found the kegs of the sour beer.

The sour beer washed some of the dust from Sharur's mouth.

The place was dark and smelled of sour beer.

"The taste of sour beer, to remove from my mouth."

He picked up a mug of the sour beer and chugged it down.

For them this sour beer might be the equivalent of old wine in crystal.

He came over and kissed me, tasting like sour beer, the way it gets old in the mouth.