Shortly after my first successful brewing attempt at the age of 14,
my brother came home with a split bag of flaked maize, so we decided
to cook up some "moonshine". I can remember making a thin porridge,
and I think I used alpha amylase from the homebrew shop. We distilled
it in a big old beer barrel with some one inch copper pipe coming out
the top, loads of poly pipe all over the place, probably quite a bit
of gaffa tape to keep it all together as well. And guess what
tasted absolutely bloody terrible. Even to a booze desperate teenager
kid like me.
So we chucked out the rest of the maize beer, bought a big bottle of
cider and got good `n drunk. Much easier.
The moral of the story. To get anywhere near being able to distil
well takes so long, and so much perseverance, that even if kids did
have a go, they'll soon realise that its not just a case of sticking
a pipe in the top of mum's pressure cooker and collecting the drips.
Even if they do try, they'll find that its expensive, hard work and
unrewarding (in the short term), so they'll soon go back to the
ubiquitous cheap commercial fizzy sweet booze.
Now, even after my close scrape with plastic distillation as a kid,
I've still grown up to be "normal"