Examples of using "Sabor" in a sentence and their english translations:
The best flavor.
It tasted sweet.
Some batches even flavored - (Laughter)
These grapes taste sour.
I don't like the taste.
Try to describe the taste of a blackberry.
I've got a horrible taste in my mouth.
The taste of love is bitter.
This beer's taste is unique.
Vinegar has a sharp taste.
My favorite flavor is chocolate.
I like the taste of watermelon.
Tom didn't like the taste much.
What's your favorite flavor?
The misery of others leaves a weird taste.
What's your favorite soda?
That ingredient seems to me to spoil the taste.
Mario prefers the taste of the sugar apple.
The food tasted slightly of garlic.
I tasted the flavor of alcohol at sixteen.
Will you have some coffee flavored pudding?
What's your favorite ice cream flavor?
Some batches even flavored with good old Kentucky bourbon.
- Tom said he didn't like the taste of beer.
- Tom said that he didn't like the taste of beer.
I'd like to feel how your lips taste.
Not all red apples taste the same.
I don't like the pineapple. It has a very sour taste.
The boy is sucking on an orange-flavored caramel.
The cake tastes sweet.
These grapes taste sour.
The taste of the first kiss remains vivid in my memory.
The way this cupcake tastes brings back memories of my childhood.
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
What flavor is that ice cream?
- The only flavor ice cream that Tom eats is vanilla.
- The only flavor of ice cream that Tom eats is vanilla.
Borscht tastes better than it sounds.
I can keep re-tasting that mushroomy... bad... smell and taste in my mouth.
[Both of these will taste pretty gross, but only one might make me sick.
[Bear] Both of these will taste pretty gross, but only one might make me sick.
I don't like the taste of onions.
Could I have three cinnamon donuts?
The water in this area doesn't taste very good.
He says knowing how to mill and knowing which grains to use is what gives each type of bread its unique texture and taste.
Strewn here and there behold / arms, planks, lone swimmers in the surges grey, / and treasures snatched from Trojan homes away.
Bare were her knees, and from her shoulders hung / the wonted bow, kept handy for the prey / her flowing raiment in a knot she strung, / and loosed her tresses with the winds to play.
Amid the waves is seen / an island, sacred to the Nereids' queen / and Neptune, lord of the AEgean wave, / which, floating once, Apollo fixed between / high Myconos and Gyarus, and gave / for man's resort, unmoved the blustering winds to brave.