To The Source..

Lynchburg, Tennessee, Pop. 391, hometown to the Jack Daniels' Distillery. I saw the signs and knew I had to pull over for a looksie. Our tour guide was this halirous older gentleman who claimed that in his 30 years at Jack Daniels he had never left work without a smile on his face (he liked his Jack;)




..JD in the fermentation stage..it reminded me of what comes up after too much consumption.



Oddly enough (not so odd for the South;), the distillery is located in Moore Country, a DRY county. The ultimate tease. The poor man's face says it all. So close, yet so far away. As consumption wasn't allowed, we were given the chance to inhale the lethal vapors that resulted during the charcoal mellowing stage. The directions were to breathe in through the nose with your mouth open. Feel the burn!



Laverne or Shirley, take your pick;) This place was like going back in time.



Oh, the stories (DUIs, assault and battery charges, unwanted pregnancies, etc;) that will be told from those bottles...