Peyote is highly overrated. After…you finish puking harder than you ever believed possible and lying there feeling like someone scraped your throat and insides with a garden rake, you catch a pretty decent buzz. But its like only a small payback for how frickin rotten you feel. Something to do with up nine different alkaloid poisons inherent in the buttons, I suspect
Not that we ever stopped trying to make it more palatable. You can’t believe how bitter that stuff is. Soaking fresh slices in a thisck solution of Tang (never again…the fresh stuff, omg, never been that sick since)….smearing peanut butter on dried buttons seemed to be the best route. You had to nibble on it a little at a time cause it was so bitter. Go throw up….then enjoy the show. Was at a music festival in the Chihuahuan desert many moons ago.
I’ve often wondered if the native american ceremonial use kept a bucket nearby.
Don't miss those days at all.
Richard
Not that we ever stopped trying to make it more palatable. You can’t believe how bitter that stuff is. Soaking fresh slices in a thisck solution of Tang (never again…the fresh stuff, omg, never been that sick since)….smearing peanut butter on dried buttons seemed to be the best route. You had to nibble on it a little at a time cause it was so bitter. Go throw up….then enjoy the show. Was at a music festival in the Chihuahuan desert many moons ago.
I’ve often wondered if the native american ceremonial use kept a bucket nearby.
Don't miss those days at all.
Richard