DOSE:	6 seeds	oral	H.B. Woodrose
		smoked	Cannabis
		oral	Alcohol

BODY WEIGHT:

160 lb

I'm writing this because my experience with Hawaiian Baby Rose Wood Seeds was memorable and unexpected. Understand that I am not promoting the use of these or any other drug. Today I am in recovery because I found some years later that I was an addict and an alcoholic. I guess that only qualifies me because I had many other experiences with many other hallucinogens and other noxious substances. Some worthy of recommendation, and others a complete waste.

The summer of 1979 in Cincinnati I was 27. That summer Cincinnati was an exciting, bohemian place to hang out. People like us seeking new and unique ways to trip were hanging out downtown at Fountain Square, surrounded by beautiful architecture, close to the Riverfront Coliseum and the Ohio River Walk. My friends and I were looking for a substance we hadn't tried. We had heard that Hawaiian Baby Wood Rose Seeds might provide that experience. We were a skeptical because they were legal to possess, and supposedly potent. We couldn't find anyone that had a first hand experience doing them so, of course, we volunteered to be the test subjects. Kinda like that Life commercial where everyone said 'Let Mikey try it'. We were 'Mikey'. We obtained a quantity of them from a seed supplier that assured us that the seeds weren't coated with any pesticides and were of good quality. The seeds were quite hard, like small chestnuts. I could almost feel that encased inside those hard seed shells was the experience we craved. We weren't disappointed.

I remember the day quite clearly. It was a beatific, warm summer day, the sun glittering off the water in the fountains and the glass of the office buildings. We were stoned as usual but we hadn't had a drink yet that day.

Before we went downtown we had taken the seeds and slowly boiled them to soften them up . Still it took some effort to mash them into a paste. We divided the paste up. Once downtown we each bought some of whatever we wanted to eat with our dose, if anything. I ate mine with some chocolate ice cream to try to help it go down and counteract the taste and texture, which was bitter and slimy. I've since heard people relate that the taste was foul but I didn't find them so terrible. Maybe I just disregarded it. Anything for the buzz.

For the first (45) minutes nothing seemed to happen. We were about ready to dismiss them as another overblown chemical entertainment. Then I noticed I my head was bobbing up and down, almost as if to the rhythm of some unheard George Clinton funk song. Everything started to become brighter. The sun shining off the buildings was brilliant, sharp. The sound of the fountain was quite soothing but loud like a river rapids. At this point the effects were heightened auditory and visual. At once my friends and I felt compelled to get up and walk without communicating any particular direction. That's when the body high started. I was getting waves of muscle rushes. That's when the nausea hit me much like peyote with more cramps. We found a nice alley and let it come up.

The nausea didn't last very long. When it was over I felt tired but at peace and relaxed but alert. For several hours after I had a queasy stomach and smells were quite exaggerated. What we ended up eating for dinner downtown later was very odd considering my queasy stomach. The visual effects were great. Colors were brighter and softer. We walked back through Fountain Square and up onto the shelves of the Fountain Waterfalls. The falling water was sharp but soothing to listen to. The buzz of conversations going on around us kept me looking around to see if I could find the speaker but I couldn't match the voice to a face. Sounds seem to come at odd angles and different directions from where I expected to find them.

We could hear the crowd at the ball game at Riverfront Stadium which seemed to fill the spaces between the buildings. The sun started to go down. We sat and became engrossed in the shadows of the buildings and of people walking by. All of us were in a mood I can only described as mildly hilarious and Zappinistcally bent. We smoked a little pot for effect. With no particular destination in mind, peering into stores and walking into the taverns for a beer. I had no problem talking to other people other then I had a big Cheshire Cat grin. Someone mentioned that the smell of food was making them hungry. We noticed one place in particular where the escaping smells were pungent that we were attracted to. It was a
seafood bistro. I wish I could remember the name but for the life of me I can't. I've often thought of it because it was a meal I love to relive. The place was a business class restaurant. We were dressed very casually. I remember I was wearing a flannel shirt over a tee shirt and jeans. We were all a bit under dressed and very obviously stoned. We weren't creating a ruckus but I remember the hostess inquiring if we were 21 (Cincinnati was a 18 yr old state for 3.2% beer but some bars only served liquor and regular strength beer) and if we were able to pay. After sorting that out she gave us a very nice table. I also recall that thinking at this point that, although I was pretty loaded I felt no paranoia but rather at peace with the surroundings. We had appetizers.

Like I said before there was a very pungent odor there. It was, I'm sure, very exaggerated to me. I asked the waitress what it was. She said it was Russian Fish Chowder and that the chef made it every couple of weeks. So I ordered a bowl. When it arrived I was ... enthralled! It was a large bowl of deep deep burgundy broth with vegetables, hunks of different types of fish, clams, mussels, shrimp and some things I could not identify. I like seafood normally but, sober this dish probably would have put me off because it reminded me of what you'd find in a witches brew. Sorry best I can describe it. That's normally though. We were anything but. So I started eating it. It was fantastic. Every mouth full I'd discover another flavor or texture. I SAVORED that Russian Fish Chowder. I looked around and everybody with me was doing the same with what they ordered. We sat there for (45) minutes engrossed, silently, reverently eating. Afterwards we sat drinking Irish Coffee, sated. So now we were fed and watered properly we went down to the River Walk. If I remember correctly at that point there only a small length of it constructed. It was crowded because the Red's game had finished. We found a seat and watched the Ohio River, the cars on the bridge and the lights of the city behind us. Slowly the walk cleared of people and we sat a little longer talking. At this point the head buzz was good and I felt as though I was vibrating very fast but I wasn't shaking. We decided to call it a night downtown and that I felt as though I was fit to drive. We made it back to the car. The drive home certainly seemed more scenic then most other days I drove the freeway. When we got home we put on some Warren Zevon, Dave Burbeck, Jackson Brown and, of course, Zappa. I fell asleep on my friends floor and when I woke up the next day I felt fine. Of course as I did every other day at that stage I got loadede

So, for me Baby Wood Rose, was a sweet ride. NOW Jimson Weed that's another story, which includes the designing of a spaceship powered by the flywheel drive and severe dehydration.

Exp Year: 1979	ExpID: 99237
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 27
Published: Apr 24, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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