Yes, you heard it right. Down in Kentucky. It's funny cause my father, who is a minister, still can rattle off the recipes and blueprints to draw up the machines and stuff. He drops stories on me how my grandfather use to bury b ottles of it in various places in the forest and you had to remember the combination of trees to know where it was at. This leads me to my own quirk. I hate drinking out of plastic. And I always saw a big contradiction with health heads drinking that 'spring water' out of plastic bottles (I just resolved that with myself..ain't doing that anymore). In addition to my fresh crafted bowl I have a few mason jars that I drink out of. Cause I love glass. The mason jars also reminds me of my family history from moonshine to my Old Earth making preserves before the winter time. I like that sh*t. Yeah I took the flicks.