Hey, I like that!
And I have a moonshine story. Back when we were in college, we were sedated by nightly stories by one of our roommates. He came from downstate and told a lot of stories. None of us had the nerve to disbelieve him, but his stories were so good we all wanted to see the "old homestead" for our selves. So one warm spring weekend we all piled in his car and took a weekend road trip. It started pretty easy. Everyone who had afternoon Friday classes cut them and off we went. Got there mid afternoon and our first stop was at his daddy's office. Lets just say he was in law enforcement, but also a practical man. He suggested we hike up to old Mrs ???? and pay her a visit. I really don't remember the lady's name and it hasn't even been 50 full years..yet. Anyway, as we were shuffling out, his dad suggested we each tote along 10# of sugar.
It seems that in that county, sales of over 10# were recorded, but 10# wasn't bothered with. Go figure. Back in the car we went and off in the mountains. We finally got to a wide spot in the road that kind of looked like a junkyard and a barnyard. There were cars parked, others crash landed, and a small corral with a couple of mules. We simply parked and took off up hill. Not kind of, but straight up a pretty good trail, with the operative word being up. We didn't have a big load, only 10# each. College age guys are usually in pretty good shape, and we didn't need rest stops. We came to a saddle and just down the other side was a cleared area with some houses. Really mountain cabins. And 4 young men, outsiders, created pretty much of a stir.
But we were going to one cabin. The old lady was very nice, and kind of liked the idea of all those boys coming to visit. She sat us down and very graciously accepted our gifts. Then she served up a bottle of her best. Gawd did it smell strong. I only took one sip, and it was enough.

But we talked for a while, she told our roommate to thank his father, and then off we went back down the mountain. Each with one of the mini Mason jars of her art. It was the first time I'd ever seen a jar that size and dimensions. Full size lid and gasket, just a shortie. It was smooth, and I'd guess the proof at least 150, maybe more. What we know as corn likker these days.
Over the years, I stumbled upon stills out in the woods. None impressed me as being artists workshops. Those were for profit operations. I guess there is a difference between for profit and likker done for love.