Diet soda feature

Usage examples of aftertaste.

I was still brooding over the sour aftertaste of my revenge, such as it had been, on Bogdan and on his fellow traitors.

The brew went down easier than he had imagined, laced with an aftertaste that puckered his tongue so sharply he almost laughed in surprise.

He coughed, blinking back the stinging aftertaste of putrefaction that made his eyes water and his tongue turn dry.

The fight the night before with Greg had left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.

The truth was that, much as she loved Emily, much as she appreciated the concern of members of the department who came by in a steady flow, she needed time alone with her thoughts--to accept that John was hurt, to rejoice that he would recover, to deal with the sour aftertaste a brush with mortality had left.

Andrew felt empty and cold without the touch of her mind, and he sensed the wrenching aftertaste of grief.

For the second time in galactic history, the Cartography complex at distant Caliban became the most important single factor in Man's expansion, but this time it was a more mature Man, a Man who knew the bitter aftertaste of expanding too rapidly, who began gathering his empire about him.

The slightest astringence - pomegranate cells or a vinegar dressing - would bring with it an aftertaste of silver or even gold.

In his mouth was a funny aftertaste, reminded him of the chewable vitamins he took in the morning.

Maybe that is why there is always sadness mingled with the aftertastes of pleasure, because once again, as so many times before, you have proven that the fleeting closeness only underlines the essential apartness of people, makes it uncomfortably evident for a little while.

Price sipped the tea, then grimaced at its sour aftertaste of axle grease.

Then he emptied the food pack, taking out the last section of the yellow brick cheese that left an aftertaste of goats or.

He could have gone to a tavern where he would have had a better dinner and the ale wouldn't have left an aftertaste of wash water in his mouth, but he would have had to smile and fawn over the Blood aristos that crowded a place like that.

She drank the last gulp of coffee, grimacing at the bitter aftertaste.

He still hated the initial muddy taste, nor was there any sort of pleasure for him in the aftertaste, but this was, at least, a way of easing the gripings of hunger.