The Sky That's Never Blue
**the sky that's never blue** the whiskey was bitter, but it wasn't as acrid as the cigarette smoke or the tang of piss, or the stench of sweat.
Lunch at King's
The sauce had a distinct tang on his tongue, and the bacon was well done. was it maple glazed? he couldn't tell for sure. the cheese could have been done without, but it was an interesting special nonetheless.
The werewolf Chase
They both ran behind a restaurant, the scents of asian cuisine mingled with the bitter tang of garbage, leaving an acrid taste in both of their mouths for a moment before the delicious smells of fresh food washed it away.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 1)
As she practically inhales the bar, she can't help but release a small moan of indulgence at the bar's tang.
Event Horizon
Among the booths, the clean scent of recently trimmed grass melded with the heavier tang of oil, the odd puff of smoke. many of the inventions being shown here related to farming or heavy industry, all clacking gears and whirring conveyor belts.
Leviathan 06: The Small Things
Nico glances at the weapon, smelling the metallic tang of it once again. it's squarish, a long barrel with vented sides and a textured grip. "yes you do," alaska rolls his eyes. "you've played video games, and you've definitely seen movies.
The Book of Warlock 2. Desertion before dawn.
The rich metallic tang of blood was thick in brook's nostrils as they approached, and the great horse's pace finally slowed. she didn't want to look, didn't want to take in the scene, to see familiar faces as they crossed the pitted terrain.
Dinner With a Friend
The color had a certain tang to it, and i could practically taste myself just seeing it bounce off my skin and fur. of course that was silly, but i wondered if the glowing buds altered the taste of me at all.
Witch Blood - 03
#4 of witch blood - published human manure should have been the first thing to sting her nostrils but instead there was the tang of freshly burnt wood. the voices of people did not call out and there were no children running by.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 5
It wafted out of her in waves: the warm, earthy aroma of her yellow-golden fur, the slightly salty tang of the wetness in her eyes, the fragrance of her breath in the air.
Enigmas for Thought
Like if you're writing or reading, you base your premises off the first set for the character, and then it branches out, and with time and development that character is someone entirely unique and original...well...hopefully....and there you have it: my tange
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 5
It wafted out of her in waves: the warm, earthy aroma of her yellow-golden fur, the slightly salty tang of the wetness in her eyes, the fragrance of her breath in the air.