Black wine, (noun) [coffee]; described as a very expensive drink, even in Thentis, where it is grown on the mountain slopes. It is the same as coffee, and the original beans were probably imported from earth. Served steaming hot with creams or sugars as desired (See: Second slave) or as a thick, bitter brew sipped from tiny cups.
The two slaves, their chains removed, now returned, and began to serve the black wine. The voluptuous slave of Aemilianus, whom he had not yet named, placed the tiny silver cups, on small stands, before us. The lovely little slave in bluish gauze, whom he had not yet named, holding the narrow spouted, silver pouring vessel in a heavy cloth, to retain its heat and protect her hands, poured the scalding, steaming black fluid, in narrow, tiny streams, into the small cups. She poured into the cups only the amount that would be compatible with the assorted sugars and creams which the guest might desire, if any, these being added in, and stirred, if, and as, pertinent, by Aemilianus' slave, who directed the serving. I had heard of black wine, but had never had any. It is drunk in Thentis, but I had never heard of it being much drunk in other Gorean cities.... Then I picked up one of the thick, heavy clay bowls... It was extremely strong, and bitter, but it was hot, and unmistakably, it was coffee.
Book 5, Assassin of Gor: Page 106
Thentis does not trade the beans for black wine. I have heard of a cup of black wine in Ar, some years ago, selling for a silver eighty piece. Even in Thentis black wine is used commonly only in High Caste homes.... Originally, doubtless beans were brought from Earth, much as certain other seeds, and silkworms and such.
Book 5, Assassin of Gor: Page 107
He sat, cross-legged, behind the low table. On it were hot bread, yellow and fresh, hot black wine, steaming, with its sugars, slices of roast bosk, the scrambled eggs of vulos, pastries with creams and custards,
Book 12, Beasts of Gor: Page 20
I grinned, and washed down the eggs with a swig of hot black wine, prepared from the beans grown upon the slopes of the Thentis Mountains. This black wine is quite expensive. Men have been slain on Gor for attempting to smuggle the beans out of the Thentian territories.
Book 12, Beasts of Gor: Page 21
From one side, a slave girl, barefoot, fled to him, with the tall, graceful, silvered pot containing the black wine... She knelt, replenishing the drink.
Book 10, Tribesmen of Gor: Page 88
She carried a tray, on which were various spoons and sugars. She knelt, placing her tray on the table. With a tiny spoon, its tip no more that a tenth of a hort in diameter, she placed four measures of white sugar, and six of yellow, in the cup; with two stirring spoons, one for the white sugar, another for the yellow, she stirred the beverage after each measure. She then held the cup to the side of her cheek, testing its temperature; Ibn Saran glanced at her; she, looking at him, timidly kissed the side of the cup and placed it before him.
Book 10, Tribesmen of Gor: Page 89
Black wine, except in the vicinity of Thentis, where most of it is grown on the slopes of the Thentis range, is quite expensive.
Book 16, Guardsman of Gor: Page 244
"Second slave," I told her, which, among the river towns, and in certain cities, particularly in the north, is a way of indicating that I would take the black wine without creams or sugars, and as it came from the pouring vessel, which, of course, in these areas, is handled by the "second slave," the first being the girl who puts down the cups, takes the orders and sees that the beverage is prepared according to the preferences of the one who is being served."
Book 16, Guardsman of Gor: Page 245
I lifted the tiny silver cup to my lips and took a drop of the black wine. Its strength and bitterness are such that it is normally drunk in such a manner, usually only a drop or a few drops at a time. Commonly, too, it is mollified with creams and sugars. I drank it without creams and sugars, perhaps, for I had been accustomed, on Earth, to drinking coffee in such a manner, and the black wine of Gor is clearly coffee, or closely akin to coffee. Considering its bitterness, however, if I had not been drinking such a tiny amount, and so slowly, scarcely wetting my lips, I too, would surely have had recourse to the tasty, gentling additives with which it is almost invariably served.
Book 16, Guardsman of Gor: Page 247
Eta piled several of the hot, tiny eggs, earlier kept fresh in cool sand within the cave, on a plate, with heated yellow bread, for him. I, grasping the pot with a rag and both hands, poured him a handled, metal tankard of the steaming black brew, coffee or black wine.
Book 11, Slavegirl of Gor: Page 74