Moonshiners raided by Irish police for first time in three decades

I remember well my first s..l..o..w gulp of oh! be joyful! That warm, warm glow (burn) alllllllll the way down. In 1970 it was the perfect topper to 400 mics. of Mr. Natural & a quarter zee of Panama Rojo. (BIG grin here)

I'll stick to my Pint of Guinness!!!

more of the same is to be, given the cost of their escape from reality, guinness.

Ernesider: Great tale - well told.

"Be the Hokey, Mick; these Polis raids is gettin awful frequent. I remember dere was one only last century!"

"At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky. By the smoke and the smell you can clearly tell there's poteen brewing nearby."

... putting inferior drink on the market at any price should subject the offenders to the severest punishment allowed. I have experienced good poitin and some that was not quite as good. The difference is usually the result of one or two factors. The man in charge of production and or the quality of the water to begin with. Perhaps it is time to legalize this product as my bringing some samples back to America has been severely hampered first by the introduction of the TSA at the airports and more recently at the state of disregard the Church finds itself in and the reduction in demand for "holy water". As a cottage industry in the less economically advantaged parts of the counry like my own South Fermanagh this would be a boon. Finally this article reminds me of a story a Mayo man told me about a raid near his place where the police (RIC) found a 20 gallon keg full of prime poitin in the loft over the lower room. The sergeant decided to sit on the keg while he sent the constable off for reinforcements. He did so as it was not uncommon for evidence to disappear. The sergeant, despite hearing strange sounds from the woman in the room below, sat his ground clutching his carbine refusing to be distracted. As was the custom in those days the men had all disappeared on the approach of the law. Some hours later the help arrived including a car and four constables to lift the keg and transport back to the station. However, the keg was as light as a feather when the police picked it up. The bean a ti had augered a hole through the loft floor and into the keg removing every blessed drop of the poitin. Nothing remained, not even a smell as the ever present parafin oil had been squirted into the empty keg removing all traces of what it was intended to contain. Without evidence the peelers had no case so the keg was not confiscated and no case ensued.