The stuff was mead, sweet and strong.

She too sipped at her sweet mead, nectar of the gods.

The tavern smelled of blood and sweat and sweet fermented mead.

He drank the sweet mead, but what he was tasting was the other's desperation.

And when she set the goblet of her best sweet mead in front of him he smiled up into her face.

Horn after horn of the sweet, potent mead we drank.

We drank the sweetest mead the day Craster made me a wife.

He himself did not drink-he had little taste for either the bitter ale or the heady, sweet mead.

This will be a medium to sweet mead.

The skins were filthy, but the firewood was dry, and, best of all, the jars contained good sweet mead.