Theron,
One other thing you should consider is that not all moonshines are the same either. My father once told me that he visited an old man who ran his own still but mainly for his own consumption. In a cupboard off his kitchen, he had shelves upon shelves of jars and invited my father to 'share a taste or two'. From his experience, some were sweet while others tasted like rubbing alcohol and yet others had little or no taste at all. In the end, it took him a while afterward to regain control of his legs. Seems a sip or two was almost too much.

Dane