H.B. Woodrose & Wine
Citation: Mounthawk Boy. "An Annoyance, Not an Experience: An Experience with H.B. Woodrose & Wine (exp69450)". Erowid.org. Oct 22, 2020. erowid.org/exp/69450
One night after the nightclub, we (me E, P and S) got a phone call from some of my friends who lived near us on our university campus, asking us to call over as they were also returning from a night out and were bored. I am quite drunk at this point, having drunk 2 bottles of 14% proof white wine (local shop sold 5 bottles for 20 euros, live in Ireland). One of them had been talking about these “seeds” (now know them to be HBW) he had procured from a legal drugs store for some time before this, and when I arrived offered me 20, saying he had a good trip off them, but 2 bad ones. I accepted them, and drunkenly tried to remove the outer layer, as he instructed. Managing one, I get bored and eat 8, giving E 7 seeds and P 5.
We hung round here for an hour, drinking a few cans of lager and E wants to leave. We soon see why as he steps outside the door he pukes up the seeds. How I envied him the next day.
Went to my friends house for half an hour, before returning to my own flat next door complaining I felt nothing exept a bit sick off of those shitty seeds, and was tired. I fell asleep around 4am, about 20 mins after I left my friends house. I still felt slight nausea, but not enough to stop me from conking out.
Around 5:30 am I woke up bolt upright, with my head feeling strange, and the room misty and wierd. I was incredibly dehydrated and was experiencing wierd colour trails emanating off of my hands when they moved. It was nothing major, but reasonably interesting. The nausea had returned with a vengeance and I knew there was no chance of returning to sleep.
At this point I put on some music and it was very, very good. I remember laughing at how perfect and tuneful it was, appreciating the smallest harmony as something unbelievably complex. This 20 mins was the only good part of the experience.
The nausea swelled and dropped almost like waves, annoying and uncomfortable and I quickly became exhausted, yet absolutely unable to sleep. Music was also no longer fun, and I was INCREDIBLY uncomfortable, fidgeting and shifting around horribly in my bed, way too hot and way too cold simultaneously. For some reason I wouldnt leave the room (I dont know why this is, I didnt even think of it) so I sat there suffering with intense dehydration also.
Around 8am the nausea was at its peak, so I crawled to the toilet, heaving up a thick, porridge-like material with great difficulty for about 15 mins. I also drank from the bathroom tap. (sooo thirsty, dear god). On crawling back, I passed the mirror and looked at myself. I was naked because of my crazy temperature, and my body, usually skinny but toned, looked skeletal and disgusting, almost anorexic. I was repulsed by my appearance, and this was a wierd experience, usually love myself ;-P... Could finally sleep though.
Woke up the next day feeling like I had been severely beaten up, and then slept on a bag of rusty horseshoes. My pupils were heavily dilated and messed up, I looked like shit and felt depressed and strangely sickened with myself. P, who had not vomited, had experienced the same as me to a lesser extent, and agreed they were a piece of shit as he also shared the after effects. I think the nausea was probably heightened by the poor removal of material and my heavy drunkenness, but my opinion is still that they are a waste of time.
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