As Adam said, none of them drank sherry and he didn't know anyone under fifty who did.
At home they drank sherry on birthdays and at Christmas and when there were guests for dinner.
They mostly "talked, ate and drank sherry," said one.
I drank sherry and Lafitte by the glassful in my discomfiture.
He drank sherry and only spoke when he was spoken to.
Actually, I wanted the alcohol, but not if I had to drink sherry or port to get at it.
(Howard had never seen either man actually drink sherry, but this morbid fantasy seemed to demand it.)
Evangelicals, he says, drink sweet sherry, keep parakeets and have ducks in formations on their walls.
As if they're drinking sherry and sporting formal wear.
He was drinking sherry, amontillado, his favorite ever since he had read Poe's tales when a teenager.