Growing up in the backwoods of Carolina, I remember the "stil(l)" that my father had. Which was across the dirt road from our weather-beaten house on a hill and into the deep woods....he would sort of "sneak" out there late evenings, along with our farm hand "Clarence"....my siblings and I followed them one evening, and got a severe beating for that....
There was always "Moonshine" at our house, and my father sold it in big Mason Jars....the stuff was so potent, I remember taking a drink of it when I was a little girl...the stuff burned my throat and I was became drunk as a skunk! I never took another drop of it!...There were always hillbillies at our house also, even tho' the nearest person I knew (which was my Aunt), and she lived 5 miles down the dirt road....those hillbillies lived way back in the woods...always a "drunken party" going on...but it all caught up on my father, as he had a severe stroke from the alcohol...even my Grandmother was an alcoholic (actually, she was always drunk, but I didn't know it!)
No way would I want another drink of Moonshine!