And the 3rd and final stop, Old Glory Distillery in Clarksville Tennessee

 

All 3 are within 30 miles of each other so it was a relaxed run and the tours with followed up with tastings was fantastic.

 

Those are some really nice pics of the interior's.

 

Love the smell once inside. Experienced tasters make things obvious. Fun times.

 

What some nice stills. A friend of mine and I made our first still at age 14. We had our first still "busted" by my friend's father (who was also a deputy sheriff) at age 16. When I lived in Miami, in the 90s, one of my neighbors and I were talking about whiskey and I told him that I knew how to make it. He thought I was talking out of my hat. I told him to buy me seven pounds of sugar and a bag of scratch feed, and before it was fermented, I would make a still. He ended up having to eat that hat.

One of my other friendly neighbors was a Miami cop. I knew that he was planning a party for his cop buddies, so I took him a pint jar. I knocked on his door and told him that I had a special treat for his party, that I had been back home and picked this up for him. (I didn't want to tell him that I maked it two houses down) I handed him a pint Ball Jar full of what must have been 180 proof. He did a double take, looked at the jar, then at me and asked me if it was what he thought it was. I told him to try it. He did and it gave him a big smile. Later, he told me that it was the hit of the party.

 

What some nice stills. A friend of mine and I made our first still at age 14. We had our first still "busted" by my friend's father (who was also a deputy sheriff) at age 16. When I lived in Miami, in the 90s, one of my neighbors and I were talking about whiskey and I told him that I knew how to make it. He thought I was talking out of my hat. I told him to buy me seven pounds of sugar and a bag of scratch feed, and before it was fermented, I would make a still. He ended up having to eat that hat.

One of my other friendly neighbors was a Miami cop. I knew that he was planning a party for his cop buddies, so I took him a pint jar. I knocked on his door and told him that I had a special treat for his party, that I had been back home and picked this up for him. (I didn't want to tell him that I maked it two houses down) I handed him a pint Ball Jar full of what must have been 180 proof. He did a double take, looked at the jar, then at me and asked me if it was what he thought it was. I told him to try it. He did and it gave him a big smile. Later, he told me that it was the hit of the party.

Now that's a tale that makes me think about what Manley Wade Wellman called "Beady blockader whiskey

 

Excellent photography you've done there.

The stills are nice, but the portrait is a winner.

 

 

Will have to try that tour sometime. Nice pics. Thanks for sharing. Cheers.

 

I knew a guy was making biodiesel from used cooking oil in his back yard. The process required heating and filtering the oil in about an 8-foot tower with a fire under it that worked kind of like a giant coffee percolator. One of his neighbors thought it was a still and called the police. He was raided by federal agents and the local police SWAT team. They realized quickly that he wasn't making whiskey, but they made him shut it down anyway unless he wanted to pay an estimated annual road tax for producing un-taxed fuel. I think it was somewhere between 7 - 10 grand paid in advance, annually, then they would refund the difference based on the actual year's production. On top of that there was hazardous materials handling and processing hoops to jump through. So much for the Presidential Mandate to Increase the use of Alternative Fuels. It honestly would have been easier if he was making whiskey.

 

The was a plumbing contractor that did that back in the 90s. He got most of his used oil from discarded cooking oil. When his truck drove by it smelled like french fries cooking.

 

Enjoyed the heck outta that.
I love day adventures like this. Some of the best quality photos ive seen.
Thanks!!

 

Just really neat. There are so many more things like that to do in the heartland/middle of the country. When you start getting within a few hundred miles of the oceans things just are not the same. I think it is the people and the cultures.