written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

Saturday 28 November 2020

Distilling Moonshine

"Oh, she give me moonshine whiskey, Oh, she give me southern love, Deep in the heart of Texas, There beneath the stars above." (Van Morrison from the LP 'Tupelo Honey '.)

Whose alcohol consumption has been higher in 2020 than in previous years? Let's have a show of empties. Hold them up. It's as I thought, and I'm no exception. Hard times call for hard liquor - in moderation of course (we've got to love our livers). It's a help to get us through the pain of a pandemic, and way better than drinking bleach!

Distilling being the weekly theme, I'm having a shot at extracting the essence of moonshine. Let's start with the etymology. Historically, it refers to clear, unaged whisky, made from barley in Scotland and Ireland and from corn in the USA. The term moonshine whisky, meaning not the proper thing, and indeed the practice of illicit whisky production, both originated in the British Isles as a reaction against the excise laws. The first recorded reference of the usage is to be found in the 1785 edition of 'Grose's Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue', though it was in Prohibition era America that the term became widespread.

Whisk(e)y-making has for long been a fringe activity, Celtic fringe in the case of the British Isles, and it is thought that nearly all of the currently reputable centres of whisky production in both Ireland and Scotland began centuries ago as out-of-the-way illegal stills. Taking Islay as an example: "Its past is pervaded by innumerable tales of home distilling, smuggling and illegal whisky production...and most of its original distilleries started as farm distilleries and retreated to secluded glens and caves in the 17th century when the excise man came calling."

moonshine machinery
Distillation (originating in ancient Greece, don't you know?) is the fourth step of a process by which grain (in the case of whisky) is malted, then mashed, then fermented to produce alcohol. This fourth step, distillation of the alcohol by heating in a still to extract and then condense the purified vapour, may be repeated (twice or even three times) for increasing levels of purification. What comes out at the end is generally around 40% proof whisky or 'water of life', from the Gaelic uisge beatha.

We can do better than moonshine nowadays and various regions of Scotland including the Hebridean islands have become world-renowned for their whiskies, with Islay alone, as previously mentioned, boasting ten distilleries, dotted around its shoreline for ease of importation of barley and export of whisky by boat. On the south side of the island, the malted barley is roasted over peat to give a distinctive smoky flavour, and here can be found my favourite, Laphroaig, but the slow-aged single malts are all superb and preference is a matter of taste (and pocket).

the Laphroaig distillery on Islay
Today's whisky challenge - to write a wee dram of poem that rolls around the mouth and is smooth on the tongue, with a memorable finish...

Islay Fire
The Queen of the Hebrides
bleeds liquid amber, salve
for the sorrows of the world.

With smoke in the water,
notes of seaweed and iodine,
if she tastes like medicine

that's because this fiery nectar
drips succour into faint souls.
Slàinte mhath!

And may the beam of the glass
never destroy the ray of the mind.


Thanks for reading. To your very good health, S ;-)

20 comments:

Kieran Heaney said...

When we were clearing out my Mum & Dad's place in Dublin (they retired back there) I found a lemonade bottle with a clear liquid in it, it looked like water. On the label was the word "Poitín" written in biro in Mum's writing. I took it. I didn't tell my sisters. I'd had poitín before, and could tell you stories about it from when we lived in Kilpedder, Co. Wicklow that would scare the wits out of you. I still have some of it. It's not like whiskey. You only need one wee glass of it and it sends you somewhere else. It's a bit like tequila, or more so mezcal. It demands respect as it can easily get the better of you!

Randy Mariner said...

Poitin is distilled from potatoes isn't it? I know its lethal stuff.

Binty said...

I think you're a better poet than Van Morrison! :)

LadyCurt said...

My husband enjoyed making various "wines" .....which we generally gave as gifts and had some as a winter tonic. However he made 'carrot' whisky and this was stored in a demijohn in our dark storeroom. Well the strangest thing happened......it went missing !! We had everything out of that room and searched...no...never found. ...

Miriam Fife said...

My husband says you have impeccable taste! I can't stand the stuff. Give me wine any day. But you're right, consumption of both has gone up in the Fife household this year.

Steve Rowland said...

Binty: in fairness to Van, Moonshine Whisky was not of his best! There is poetry aplenty on Astral Weeks, Moondance, St. Dominic's Preview et cetera.

Kath: here's my hunch - your husband's carrot whisky was probably spirited away by a pesky rabbit. Did it disappear just around Easter time by any chance?

Rochelle said...

I managed dry July (to love my liver). It's been all downhill since then (LOL). Nice poem and a neat intro. :)

otyikondo said...

"Moonshine Whiskey" (and I'd agree, it is not Van at his best) also appears on His Bobness's definitive "Whiskey Theme Time Radio Hour", which is available on Spotify and even on YouTube. Power up your smart toaster and give it a listen. You may be surprised. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mtOPFYovrA

Lizzie Fentiman said...

I remember all-night 'offies' from my years of living in London. Here in Queensland a state-wide law was introduced in 2016 prohibiting the sale of liqueur after 2am. Not a problem for me these days as I drink less than I ever did. I liked your little poem and that pic of the Laphroig distillery is beautiful. I've never been to Scotland so I imagined all grey and misty.

Max Page said...

Grose's Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue - brilliant on two levels. I must say I like a drop of Scotch on a winter's night. Nice blog Steve.

Kenny Garcia said...

Give it up for TX Straight Bourbon, my favorite and maybe what old Van was celebrating in song.

Billy Banter said...

Nothing finer that a nip or two of your liquid amber when out hunting for haggis.

Luke Taylor said...

Interesting post. I've probably drunk less alcohol overall since Covid arrived because of not going out to pubs etc but I've drunk more at home alone, which is not great, to be honest, as half the fun of drinking is the social side of it.

Brett Cooper said...

Amber liquid in this part of the world means a well-known lager ;)

Jen McDonagh said...

Nice blog Steve. Just checking, you know slàinte isn't a rhyme for faint? (I presume you do) ;)

Carey Jones said...

I like your wee dram of a poem.

Jazmeen said...

Sweet :)

Martin Brewster said...

What a lovely poem, I esp. like 'with smoke in the water'. 👍

Howie Schroeder said...

The scariest thing about Van's Moonshine Whiskey song is the line that goes "Gonna put on my hot pants and promenade down funky Broadway"... :D

Trent Walderman said...

Nice blog, neat poem and a treat to hear some old Van the Man again.