You bring back a happy memory: when I was in college and Coors was still not pasteurized, a corrupt dealer sold us I think about 150 cases that my fraternity sold out of my dorm room for $5 a case. Liquor license? What’s that?
and in gator country, a friend living in a dorm room that is a National Register Historic Place building-— got a visit from an oldetimer who nostalgically knocked on his dorm door, intro’d himself as an old alumni (this was in the 70’s) from 50 plus years prior.
He asked “Is it still there?”. Answer: “What?” “here, let me check. They guy pulled out a pen knife put the end in a hidden space of the built in old coat closet... and an audible “click” was heard and the panel opened to an empty space.
The old fellow said “damn, it’s gone!, what a shame!” We used to keep 5 or 6 jugs in there, last us couple months when we could get some more!!”
Where they kept their moonshine, bought over the county line and kept for easy access. My buddy was stunned. A pleasant memory, his story. Retired neurosurgeon (comforting to know he never drank very much, so knew nothing of hooch).