Back in the day when I first got married some of my wife’s relatives came up from Ashville NC to Northern NJ, where I lived, for the wedding. They brought a quart of moonshine they had made. I had been a drinker so I was used to alcohol. The moon shine was the worst thing I ever tasted, could not drink it. After they left I tried to use it to clean paint brushes, it worked somewhat. My first thought was what does their insides look like after drinking this stuff?
“The moon shine was the worst thing I ever tasted, could not drink it.”
Some people know how to make it, and some don’t. Sugar stuff is not good, but real corn mash, done right is abdo-lutely delicious. The guy I used to buy from would always ask what proof I wanted, and would cut it to my taste. He learned the skill from his Great Grandfather in W. Va.
I’ve had a lot in my lifetime and the radiator run throughs were pretty poor. The best I’ve had never tasted of anything but would take your breath away and make you pissed face drunk with a relatively small portion. Plus it burned. Back then we drank for effect, not taste.