The cages were empty, but I could smell the bitter tang of animal shit.

The bitter tang of quinine, that's what I love about a cold gin and tonic.

Can't we at least acknowledge the bitter tang of having grown so prudent with our bodies?

The wind carried a bitter tang of gunpowder.

The bitter tang of salt coats my tongue.

The smell of pain was in the air, too, like the bitter tang before a brutal thunderstorm.

It had a faintly bitter tang.

He could smell the sweet scent of rye and the bitter tang of the dandelions in the grass.

The winds picked up again, growing fiercer, with a hint of the sharp, bitter tang of the oncoming winter.

Choking on the thick, bitter tang in the air, Vor scrambled down the stairs to reach the trapped scavengers.

Billy hesitated, instinctively breathing in, but he smelled only the ever-present salt of the sea and the bitter tang of pollution.

Iome had never seen an ocean, had never smelled the bitter tang of salt so strongly mingled with life and decay.

I could smell sex in the air, and I breathed in the bitter tang of liquor mingled with the raw stench of sweat.

Yet his satisfaction was not without its drawbacks; the peach seemed a clingstone, after all; and there was a bitter tang to its skin.

And there is another reason which is closely connected with this, and that is that the true bitter tang in us all is self-centring regard.