I don't remember much about it though, lol

He lived to be 87 years old.

she didn't want to (strict catholic). grandpa owned a bar and they had kids to support. it was the only way he knew how to make a living. she used to bring it to him in a baby carriage. after prohibition grandpa went back to drinking regular stuff. he died at 73 of cancer.

1930's.

whoooooeeeee!

all i could mange was a sip

When I had a cough. Grandma would pull out a little bottle of clear liquid with a piece of tape on it. Handwritten on the tape were the words "White Lightning."

It came from the local family doctor. It was like fire. I remember grandma used to mix it with a teaspoon of sugar. I also remember faking a cough on occasion. Ha.

bluegrass picking/jamming party. Everyone started drinking shine. Everybody started dancing and having a very good time. I had a good time, but no shine for me.

When I was about 15 my younger brother and I distilled alcohol from a batch of fermented lemonade, using a coffee can, some copper tubing and a flask purloined from the high school chem lab. We assembled this apparatus on the kitchen stove (parents were out for the evening) and managed to produce a liquid that burned with a clear blue flame. However, it tasted absolutely horrible. We had to write it off as a chemistry experiment rather than a booze-getting venture.

I'll bet you guys kept secret notes and hid the apparatus until H-hour.

I used a modified pressure cooker with a larger hole drilled out for a tube connected to a chem lab condenser. The initial batches turned out pretty much undrinkable, then I learned you have to toss the heads and tails and things improved.

Best ever. A while back I read about a whole sub culture of people making "boutique moonshine" and whatnot for home consumption. It's tempting.

Then there was the great tequila tragedy of 1983. After two days of soaking in the bathtub with my heel plugging the drain, I finally crawled out and slept on the floor for a few more days. I lived right next to the railroad tracks. Trains get a little amplified in a bathtub. This was not a good thing.

horrendous beyond words. I was only there once. A buddy had only a bottle of inexpensive tequila and 7-up so we improvised tequila poppers for a few hours. Being a zombie seems a good alternative to what I felt like for the next 36 hours.

I kept an eye on her for the rest of the night. She did some interesting interpretive dances that night, but didn't appear to suffer any other side effects except not remembering a thing about what happened that night.

Born in 1970 - so my gen missed that one

Probably the worst hangover I've had next to drinking Soju ( Korean everclear)

standing around the campfire. I started having an out-of-body experience, which was interrupted by an attacker hitting me in the back of the head. I turned around, my fists raised, to find...the grassy field in which I was standing. I had fallen backward without even realizing it.

Like sunshine in a jug.

But it's gotta be good - it takes a couple generations to get it right. A lot of devotion...

Best I ever had was in Virginia.

It seemed like everyone I met had a friend or relative that lived on a farm and sent them homemade calvados. It was some of the best homemade hooch I have ever had.

better than my friends at the time...they ended up running around in their underwear tipping cows...sure wish I had my iPhone back then.

coming on I have a few shots and sleep like a baby

The MI stuff was an Albanian recipe. I was playing in a band when the club owner offered us some. One small glass mixed with a little juice. When the set was over, I just stood there in a fog. I could barely move. Everyone was off the stage except the drummer who is about 300 lb. I looked around at him and he was just sitting there and he said "I can't get up".

Went to college not far from the Ohio/Kentucky border (I would identify the college; but ryan is the most recent celebrity alum). Every week-end we would go into Kentucky for the stuff.

Essential Tip for the novice: before paying for it and certainly before drinking any of it ... take a capful, touch a match to it and watch the flame; if it burns any color other than blue ... hand it back to the guy! It might blind you.

But if it burns blue ... buy at least two gallon;

2) get a 25-30 gallon garbage bin and line it with the largest plastic bag you can find (pre-rinsed).

3) Dump in a can of Hawaian Punch (powdered).

4) Pour in the Shine.

5) Cut up some pineapples, watermellon, oranges and lemons.

6) fill container with ice and let sit for 6 hours.

7) Add second gallon of shine. Add more ice.

8) Invite everyone you know over for some punch with a punch.

9) Very Important Step: Lock your car and house keys in a safe place ... better yet; give them to a tea tootling neighbor for safe keeping.

10) Try and remember, the next day, where you left your underwear and why your entire body is painted blue with yellow stripes.

Enjoy!

The idea is to produce as close to pure ethanol as you can, but from a practical standpoint this is very difficult. There are a lot of other types of alcohol you will get as a by-product. Methanol is the biggest culprit which can turn you blind or kill you in sufficient quantities. Methanol burns colorlessly. However, if you are fermenting from sugar or grain, it's doubtful if you'll ever get enough methanol to cause a problem and if you are tossing the head of the distillation (as any decent distiller will do), the amount of methanol decreases to trace levels.

If you are making moonshine yourself, the biggest hazzard is blowing yourself up (it's kinda like boiling gasoline). There's not really much danger in producing a toxic product. If you are getting moonshine that someone else has made, there's certainly the hazzard of them adulterating it with things like lie or poisonous alcohols, but I seriously doubt if any moonshiners today are doing this. Most moonshiners today are more interested in making the best product they can from a practical standpoint.

the color of the flame is a dated test. However, most people don't carry around a chemistry kit with them when buying Moonshine. So the "Boone (County)" test will work to weed out bad shine in a pinch.

Her neighbor across the street, an elderly man who lived across the street whose wife had left him, sorta took a fancy to me. His name was Mert. I was about 18 at the time, he was about 60. Funny how that works, I've always been an old man magnet. Anyway, he kept asking me to go see Smokey and the Bandit with him and I kept putting him off. I didn't want to be mean, but I didn't want to go see any movie with him.

One Friday night near Christmas, my Aunt and Uncle went out for the evening. I was home alone but I had friends coming over. Soon after Debbi and Al came,old Mert called asking or my Uncle. I told him he was out for the evening and Mert said he was just calling to invite him over for a Christmas drink and suggested we come over. Well. I didn't want to be mean and Debbi and Al were there too, so we walked across the street to Merts for drinks.

I remember my friends being there, having a vodka and tonic. I remember being asked if I wanted another drink and being told he was out of vodka but had some moonshine if I wanted to try it. I remember he fixed me a drink and taking a couple of sips.

I don't know how much time went by or when my friends left. But I woke up in his bed and he was trying to get my clothes off and wanted me to have sex with him. Oh, he begged and pleaded and said and did just about everything he could to get me to have sex. When it finally registered in the old perv's head that he wasn't getting any from this girl without it being rape. He says to me- ok, you can go home now.

I was so fucked up, I could barely walk and this degenerate was going to send me out across a busy street to cross it by myself? I told him if I was going to get run over, he was too. I made him walk me back home across the street. I never saw or spoke to old Mert again.

Went to a bachelor party- the only people who drank it were me and the bridegroom. I got trashed and then got in my car to drive home- 50 miles away. I made it about 48 miles and then got stopped at a tollbooth on the Garden State Parkway. The officer asked for my driver's license, registration, and insurance card. I handed them over and made sure I didn't exhale in his direction. He told me the insurance card was expired. I said wait, I know I have a current insurance card. I found another one and handed it to him. That one was expired too. Then he had me park the car and come inside to blow into a straw. I blew 0.17% BAC and lost my license for 6 months.

It was a learning experience.

A couple of years back I was at Christmas and the women were drinking wine and the men pouring from a jar. An uncle ofered me some with a twinkle in his eye (no knowing that my idea of a martini is a cold glass of vodka and a handful of olives). It was cold, smmoth as silk and the prettiest clear you ever saw. They do good work. He was mighty impressed, and so was I.

It made my hair hurt.

Every. Single. Time.

Fun stuff!

A friend made some once. It didn't taste like anything at all until a half a second after you swallowed it, then it knocked the breath out of you. I tested it and it turned out to be 95% alcohol.

A super double secret group of us make it once a year in a super double secret location. Good stuff, too, in moderation.

But was nice mixed

A friend made it from table sugar and triple filtered it. It was the best I ever had.

Cognitive abilities diminished after three fingers and it was smooth.

Of course I've had the bad kind too, and it was miserable.

The most potent thing I'd ingested before that was a sip of beer here and there. I asked to try it. He didn't warn me, and I just drank it down. Oh, he had a grand old time laughing at me. I tried to curse him out (I was allowed to do that, when he deserved it), but my voice was gone. That made him laugh harder.

my fridge. It's in a mason jar. I have 4 jars ordered for Christmas. It's delicious and apparently not deadly. I drank some back in the late '70's, it had just been confiscated by a Kentucky Sheriff and brought to a funeral. It wasn't deadly, no pun intended.

Not corn whiskey, but rum. Pretty easy too.

Do not be fooled by the still that you see on the old MASH reruns... rubber of any kind will make your product taste like crap.

Got drunk faster, but you need to know your supplier.....

This was the legal stuff though. My brother and I bought a jar on a cross-country trip. Even mixed, it tasted awful.

I've had loads of slivovice though, and the homemade stuff is something else. I was in rural Czech Republic for Christmas, and every family has their own batch, and everyone you see has to make you try their's. I was handed a double shot when I walked into the house I was staying in and told I had to drink it out of politeness. I thought it was just a liquor or something. I shot that stuff and immediately fell on the floor coughing. That was pretty good. That night, I was more drunk while still being able to walk than I've ever been. My American friend and I brought Malibu rum as a sort of gag, and drinking that stuff as a chaser might as well have been water.

I tried grain Alcohol one time and my dress came off at a party...so I was told. I don't remember anything but if that's the same thing as moonshine then yes, I have tried it.

the key is to keep it in the freezer until you drink it.

Yahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Last time anyone checked I was/am still alive.

I don't remember much about it so it couldn't have been too bad.

when I was in college, we had this random hanger-on named Jerry (I think all college fraternities have hangers-on, random guys that want to hang but won't pledge. Eventually, you ask them to leave.) who was from someplace in the deep south...Georgia, I think. Anyways, he used to disappear for a weekend and inevitably come back with ziploc bags full of venison. Because he lived in the dorms, he had no place to store it so he used to ask if we'd take some deer off his hands and pay us for the trouble in moonshine and homemade high-abv peach wine. That's an easy yes, 20# of venison and he's going to give us booze too?!

It's pleasant and it has the ability to make a party get way way too wild fast. The moonshine was like getting getting hit by a train and losing time...around the third time I woke up naked with a close female friend (3 different ones), looked at her, asked if we'd had sex and she didn't remember either, I'd learned the importance of moderation.

It really depends on the skill of the person making it. As is everything else, some people take pride in their work and others do not.

I've had homemade raki in Turkey that had not only alcohol but about 10% opium.

Smelled almost like pure alcohol, but I was surprised how smooth it was ( or smooth it was compared to how rough I expected it to be ) and how much it didn't burn going down.

For that reason, I kept it to just one swig. It's potency coupled with it's drinkability would make it downright dangerous stuff.

mostly in Purple Jesus punch. Kind of like getting hit by a truck.

Had Chinese mao tai (sp?) rice whiskey once. Stuff smelled and tasted like lighter fluid/rocket fuel and it was about 160 proof. Sufficiently nasty that I only managed a small shot and I can drink pretty much anything.

the last time I had it. Re-cycled, and therefore enviromentally friendly.

Corn liquor. Crystal clear. Smelled like corn.

I get it every Thanksgiving. Family get-together.

It is more about the ritual than the product.

While on leave in Jamacia, I met a guy who home distilled his own rum. He wasn't typical, because he was a former food chemist for Cadbury. All his equipment was lab grade and he rigoursly followed established industry practices he learned from his time at Bacardi. His homebrew was so strong, I got lightheaded just wiffing the cork. Drinking it was like downing honey fire, so smooth, so sweet and so potent. Didn't get majorly drunk, but I only had one glass and got decently buzzed. Haven't had anything like it since.

I've never tried Moonshine. But I have had Everclear, which is almost the same thing. It is 190 proof. I poured some in a glass of orange juice. And I can tell you it is quite deceptive.. Its effects (at least to me) are not the same as if you drank beer or whiskey.. I can see how it would be quite easy to drink more than you realize and then pass out... Or Possibly never wake up again.

I thought it tasted more like Lighter Fluid.
But then if you want a quality adult beverage I am partial to Jack Daniels.
Don't you dare put water, Ice or coke in it. Thast like putting A1 sauce on steak.
Some things are best all by them selves. Jack, straight up. They only way.

remembering Nada!

Aguardiente nectar -take a shot, followed by bite of a plum..tasty

An clear alcoholic drink that looks like vodka, but tastes so much better. It made in Colombia, and means "sizzling or fire water"

I died