Fors felt the power of it and it was a heady wine.

The sound of it stopped me, struck against the confidence which had been heady wine for my drinking all evening.

She tasted the heady wine of privilege for the first time in her young life, and decided that it was a fine thing.

The libertarian society was a heady wine for them.

The scent of her was like that of a heady wine.

It was madness they had stayed, drank still, and deeply, of the heady wine.

She sipped at the dark, heady wine, rather liking its taste.

He traveled at leisure, already feeling some heady wine of freedom.

It can be pretty heady wine, but the social atmosphere was getting rather stifling.

Are we still - or rather, once again - drunk on the heady wine of total denunciation?