When living in the mountains, I became acquainted with an ol' rancher.
Huge fellow
He enjoyed wrestling with me.....I didn't.
Anyway, one visit he pulled out this jug
Looked like this;
Only much more ancient looking.
Said he got it from a moonshiner ages ago
Some kind of whiskey
Never had the nerve to pop the cork and take a nip
Asked me if I'd join him
Talked about going blind
Told my wife to drive me home if that happened
Popped the cork
Took turns taking sniffs
We both took a generous slug
Quite the kick
coupled with that nice warm feeling going down
No real affect, but it instantly improved my driving skills
Happily, it was all dirt roads and logging roads 'tween our place and his ranch
Got home in record time......probably