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I was reading the chapter in Cornelius Weygandt's Down Jersey on Jersey lightning.
I found this interesting:
" "Spirits from fruit are always tastier than spirits from grain" was the refrain of all his discourse on brandies and whiskies. It was years, though, before I knew anything more definite about Jersey lightning than that it was something to drink. I was thirty before I tasted it, with extreme moderation, and that was far up in North Jersey, on a low mountain on the verge of New York State. The peach brandy we bought there was more famous, though, than the apple brandy. I have never met true Jersey lightning from any still of "The Pines." I have been told where some of the finest was made. There was in what they call back of Chatsworth a "field" or abandoned farm without buildings. In the "field", as yet unchoked by the pines and oaks, was a good stand of apple trees. It was out of the way and untroubled by visits of minions of the law. There in the cellar hole of the old house, was the still. It was a college professor who promised to pilot me there, but that was a pilgrimage never accomplished. Nor has any of that amber cordial, "with a taste of woodsmoke in it," ever come my way....
The late Francis B Lee of Trenton ways that the natives who made Jersey lightning seldom so call it. Following the general American custom of shortening all words they can, Jerseymen truncate "applejack" to just "jack".....
The state of intoxication that follows too great familiarity with applejack is called in Jersey "apple palsy". "( excerpts, p 93, 94)
So, has anyone ever come across a stand of old apple trees, Chatsworth vicinity, perhaps near an old cellar hole, in what may or may not now be succeeding into a more mature forest???
Renee
I found this interesting:
" "Spirits from fruit are always tastier than spirits from grain" was the refrain of all his discourse on brandies and whiskies. It was years, though, before I knew anything more definite about Jersey lightning than that it was something to drink. I was thirty before I tasted it, with extreme moderation, and that was far up in North Jersey, on a low mountain on the verge of New York State. The peach brandy we bought there was more famous, though, than the apple brandy. I have never met true Jersey lightning from any still of "The Pines." I have been told where some of the finest was made. There was in what they call back of Chatsworth a "field" or abandoned farm without buildings. In the "field", as yet unchoked by the pines and oaks, was a good stand of apple trees. It was out of the way and untroubled by visits of minions of the law. There in the cellar hole of the old house, was the still. It was a college professor who promised to pilot me there, but that was a pilgrimage never accomplished. Nor has any of that amber cordial, "with a taste of woodsmoke in it," ever come my way....
The late Francis B Lee of Trenton ways that the natives who made Jersey lightning seldom so call it. Following the general American custom of shortening all words they can, Jerseymen truncate "applejack" to just "jack".....
The state of intoxication that follows too great familiarity with applejack is called in Jersey "apple palsy". "( excerpts, p 93, 94)
So, has anyone ever come across a stand of old apple trees, Chatsworth vicinity, perhaps near an old cellar hole, in what may or may not now be succeeding into a more mature forest???
Renee