The area of southwestern Virgina that I grew up in was the self-proclaimed moonshine capital of the world.1 My seventh grade social studies teacher, a man with a poorly calibrated glass eye and pack of Dorals in his front pocket at all times, taught the class how to make moonshine. It's good to know all these old moonshiners were just on the cutting edge of a new craft movement.
1. I actually grew up a little south of Franklin County in Martinsville the self-proclaimed sweatshirt capital of the world. I think moonshine is a better business to be in right now.