Well...to beat 190 proof...you're talking about guys like this making it in the smoky mountains
I have a story. Soon after we bought the house in france we came to do some work on it. Hubby decided to go the the bar and introduce himself. He fell in with 2 farmers who took him back to the farm to try their home brew eau de vie... The doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Paul, stiff as a board at about 30 degrees with his forehead on the bell push. The 2 reprobate farmers were shuffling away towards the square chuckling loudly. One fell headfirst into the fountain, the other continued on. After about 10 steps he stopped, looked left and right, up and down, spun around twice then gave the best Gallic shrug ive ever seen. His oppo broke the surface coughing and spluttering, clambered out of the fountain, caught up to his brother and they carried on giggling as though nothing had broken the scene as they headed in the opposite direction to their farm
