“I was drunk from the feet up,” said Colm Oates, laughing. We were sitting in the corner of his Belfast pub, The Garrick, as he recalled his first taste of poitín. “I tried to stand, but my legs ...

For over 1,000 years, Ireland’s verdant hills and misty moors have held a secret — and no, we aren’t talking about leprechauns. We are talking about a spirit that is more entwined with the Irish ...