“You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time”
– Chris Stapleton, “Tennessee Whiskey”
We’ve decided we don’t find the Moonshine, the Moonshine finds us.
Ok, so maybe we find the Moonshine.
And the homemade wine.
One of my favorite things in Tennessee is all the homemade wines and liquors. While we first discovered Moonshine at The Island in Pigeon Forge, we discovered the true gem of Tennessee driving down a random Pigeon Forge road off the beaten path away from the tourist trap area – that’s where we found Tennessee XXX Moonshine in a red, barn-like building. We pretty much had a personal tasting with the great man running the shop (who is also a talented musician playing in various shows around Pigeon Forge). We tasted. And tasted. And tasted. And tasted. And tasted. Did I mention we tasted the Moonshine? Then we left with half a dozen jars of Moonshine.
So. Freaking. Good.
Then we found a great little place called Tennessee Homemade Wines right on the main street in Gatlinburg. I don’t like wine and saying I don’t like wine is not being dramatic. I don’t like it at all. Red, white, doesn’t matter. I just don’t like it. This is not wine. It is, but it doesn’t taste like wine. It tastes like a kid’s juicebox on steroids. And don’t even get me started about mom turning this wine into Sangria. Holy geez that’s good stuff. You can even buy the wine online (not an ad, just saying this stuff is awesome).
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