Word: acridity
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What Dieter is left with is his anger, his bitterness and his fear. As the young man chain-smokes acrid Club cigarettes and glances nervously at passersby in an East Berlin hotel lobby, he notes that common citizens are now policing the former Stasis. Many tradesmen refuse service to ex-agents. Gasoline stations have posted signs denying them petrol, and job notices often specify that dismissed Stasis need not apply. When three ex-agents showed up at an East Berlin slaughterhouse in search of jobs, workmen locked them in a storage refrigerator for two hours. The Stasis no longer feel...
...acrid black smoke billowed so swiftly through the two-level, 22-ft. by 58-ft. brick building that the few shouts of "Fuego! Fuego!" were too late. Most of the partygoers, who were on the low-ceilinged second level, where there were no windows or exits, stampeded toward two narrow stairways. The main door on the ground floor was blocked by flames. The only window was barred. Feliciano, the target of Gonzalez's rage, and four others ran to a seldom-used second door, where they forced open a gate to become the only known survivors...
...fire broke out underneath a Red Line subway train in Central Square yesterday afternoon, filling the tunnels with acrid smoke and sending frightened passengers into the street. No injuries were reported, officials said...
...there the car engine began making weird sounds as of tin cans rattling around under the bonnet and a very pungent odour assailed our nostrils. On arrival at our destination, ASDAS "shopping mall" as you so quaintly call them, I ups bonnet, the battery is exuding an acrid smoke which almost chokes me. Nothing to see though which could explain the rattling noise, so in we went to the "Shaaping maall" (American Idiom). Hustling around all the glitz and shit on sale to the idiots like us who come every year under the spell of the commercialism...
Worst and Best Brews. Lites were everywhere, but one unfortunate trend started with California's surfers, who for some reason favored a pale yellow liquid in a clear, long-neck bottle. Thin and acrid, Mexico's Corona Extra soared to second place among U.S. imports (after old favorite Heineken). What could connoisseurs do? Well, many of them reached for a real beer produced by one of America's feisty young microbreweries, from California's tangy Sierra Nevada to the malty Samuel Adams Boston Lager...