DOSE:

12 nuts

oral

Nutmeg

(ground / crushed)

BODY WEIGHT:

80 kg

Note: I had been taking around 30gm of nutmeg (without P450 inhibitors) once every 7 days for a month prior to the night of this report. Before that I was 5 months sober.


8:00pm (t + 00:00) – I fill my mouth with a mix of freshly ground nutmeg and pepper, add grapefruit juice, swallow and repeat. It tastes like spicy powdered toothpaste.

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11:30pm (t + 03:30) - I start to feel a strange lilt in my eyes. My vision drifts downward and to the right, and after a point it will click into place and I'll stare at that spot for minutes. I feel sloppy – not drunk, more like a messy insect; my judgement is impaired and my co-ordination is going. I start to forget what sentences were about before I finish them, leading to a lot of talking about talking for the weight of who... entropy. I feel restless.

12:00pm (t + 04:00) – I begin a 30 minute walk to a nearby lake using the stars as a guide. There's plenty of light to see with, but my eyes constantly fall into isolated pits of darkness and sit there, hypnotised and terrified. I start to imagine birds swooping down at me. Standing in front of a gate I had a vision of an old man in waders strangling a 7 year old version of myself. Walking around the lake was pure terror. At one point I looked over my shoulder me to see a white haired man standing off the path in the glow of the lake watching me. I stared at him in shock, completely helpless, then as though it was the only option turned 180º and lifted my chin to expose my neck. For a few seconds I just stood there, imagining my body floating amongst muck outside a drain filter, but soon couldn't bear it, and spun around to see an old signpost looking at me through some branches. After about an hour of frantic walking in the dark I start stumbling, having trouble breathing, and convinced myself that I was going to have a heart attack and die. As soon as I get back home I get into bed with a book of cross sections and stay there in there in a trance for the next 2 hours.

4:00am (t + 08:00) – I feel like I have an itch in my brain and need to relax, so I put on some sleepy music and close my eyes. From the first note I feel my mood climbing, and I'm soon overwhelmed with images of stage sets and camera angles. While exploring them I am flooded with a joy that pulls me upward. I get out of bed and stand in the middle of my bedroom soaking up the rushing sound that's flowing from the cells inside my chest. Like a happy rabbit I put my hands over my cheeks and take it in, laughing. The lilt in my eyes that marked the start of the trip is sucking me down deeper into bliss in a spiral that drills my head into my spine. Again I felt my 7 year old self, this time standing shivering under a waterfall in the forest beside my house. I blush into a giddy smile and shake my shoulders, pushing the joy I feel outwards in arcs of colour that move from gold to green and eventually stain the world red. This is a sensation completely unlike any of my previous experiences on nutmeg (all of which were without P450 inhibitors).

8:00am (t + 12:00) – The feeling slowly fades to a loving hum, and I drift off to sleep.

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t + 1d – When I eventually wake up after 10 hours sleep, the area around my heart aches, my vision is blurry and my mind is a slush. I stay in bed for the next 24 hours, either sleeping or staring into space. I don't remember much of this other than thinking at some point that this discomfort is the equal opposite to the joy that I felt the night before.

t + 2d – I feel like I'm wading through an endless pond. Like I am inside the fog that usually sits around the the edge of my mind. Again I spend most of the day in exhausted in bed. Standing, or even sitting in the wrong position makes breathing difficult and my chest ache; sometimes it freezes up and I'll gasp in a moment of sharp, blossoming pain. Friends come over at some point, but I am quiet and grumpy out of fear that if I joined a conversation I'd stumble on a sentence and look stupid. This is not comfortable, and I soon decide that my experimenting with ground nutmeg is over. After doing some research on dramamine I begin to jump at shapes in the corner of my vision that when looked at directly are either harmless or not there - I assume that they're spiders.

t + 3d – I haven't stepped outside in 2.5 days, so to get rid of my cabin fever I take my dog for an early morning walk around the block. It is lovely to be outside, but I find myself extremely sensitive to any sound or movement, imagining magpies swooping down at me from their roosts. Any sound or spot in my peripheral vision makes me jump towards cover. I walk around for a few minutes looking like Kramer from Seinfeld, and hurry inside. My chest is noticeable throughout. I fear I might have broken something that will not fix.

t + 5d – Waking up 5 days after taking nutmeg my head and heart feel much more normal. My idiosyncrasies (pivoting off my heels, tracing circles with my fingers...) are back, I feel comfortable in conversation again, and have have a growing urge to swim. There is still a faint foggy feeling in my head, as though I've been on the weed hard for a month.

t + 7d – Baseline. I can still feel my chest sometimes.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 102765
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Dec 14, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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