Experience:Nutmeg (8 teaspoons) - My Mom Introduces Me To Genesis and Other Things

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Experience reports - Nutmeg

  • Date: Summertime, 2011
  • Gender: Male
  • Weight: 66 kg / 145 lbs
  • Age: 15 yrs (at the time)
  • Goal: At the time, just to get high

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I felt I might as well contribute my experience with nutmeg for the good of science, as there's very little on nonclassical drugs and home remedies or what have you that I've found on this site. At the time of this experience, I was fifteen years old and my only experience with all drugs was with a lot of Adderall which I was prescribed to and a lot of Oxycodone and Tramadol which my father was prescribed to about a year before, and had decided to leave sitting around and going to waste. Both were no longer a part of my life and being yet to enter into the "dope game," or to discover DXM, I was desperately searching for ways to get high. I believe I had tried smoking several sorts of tea as well, namely Kava, Sage, and Peppermint.

I was home alone when I devoured eight teaspoons of nutmeg with huge difficulty. I recall it tasting like powdered Pepsi, cola flavor concentrated and consumed in excess. It was not very good nor would I put it on my egg nog. I'd heard it can take up to four hours to kick in so I waited four hours and experienced absolutely no effect. Add twenty more hours. It is the next day now and my mom wants me to help her figure out Youtube because a friend told her about it and she didn't realize it has a ton of music. I say, oh sure, I'm listening to music with Youtube all the time, don't you see me? So I say, what song do you want? She says, Firth of Fifth by Genesis. I've never heard of it, but I type it in and start the song and recognize the voice of the singer. This is the guy who sings in Tarzan, she tells me, you like Tarzan right? Yeah, I think, Tarzan's the king of the jungle. All human beings want to do when they come to the jungle is be king of the jungle, but at least he did it right. I suddenly decide that this is the best, and I mean best, song that I've ever heard. It's so long and intricate, it becomes myriad other songs and returns to the original when you least expect it. At the time I'm into dubstep and house music, so you can't really blame me for being amazed by the quality of Genesis. I feel really sleepy, but in a good way, I feel like everything is perfect and excellent. I feel a deep kinship with the creators of Firth of Fifth, and later that other song in which he's a lawnmower, can't remember the name. My mom asks, why are your eyes so red?

The happy sleepy feeling has progressed to something immense and crushing. I'm upstairs on the couch trying to take a nap before my brother and sister and sister's boyfriend arrive so we can all go to a drive-in movie together. I figure if I get some sleep I'll feel better before they arrive, but I can't get to sleep. Instead, I'm seeing strangely shaped after-images in the darkness. I find myself in the basement again, where the computer and Youtube and Genesis are, unsure of how I got there. My sister and her boyfriend arrive. I can't remember if my brother is home or if he comes with them. My sister knowingly looks at my eyes, and by this time it's sort of subtly been established that she smokes cannabis from time, but it's never even remotely been a thing that we could share. Somehow it just doesn't work that way. We find some eyedrops and I put them in but my eyes are always bone dry moments later. The ride takes what seems like years, the air conditioning is burning my eyeballs and I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, looking out of the window and having mini-seizures. Strange convulsions. My brother tells me in the dark it looks like I'm shooting up in my eye. Everyone laughs about this, but I've forgotten how to laugh. Everything has become completely humorless. My sensory appreciation is turned way up but I can't cooperate with it because I'm too scared of what the others are thinking and can't hold a thought for very long.

We stop at my sister's boyfriend's place and I trip multiple times trying to climb the stairs to his apartment. Everyone has pushed my condition under the rug and it's gotten really awkward. He shows me a song he's been working on via keyboard and guitar, and it's terrific, I love it, but I don't know how to express that, and his crestfallen look kills me.

We reach the movie and my sister and I sit out on lawn chairs next to the car with a jumbo bag of potato chips. I eat until my mouth feels gritty and raw. I eat compulsively without thinking, and the movie is the final Harry Potter, and it all seems like a dream. With any other drug, I would be coming down by the time the second movie comes on, which is called Horrible Bosses, but instead, I'm continuing to come up. My eyes are still dry and painful, and my hunger will not subside. My sister purchases a large popcorn, telling me to wait here while not explaining why she doesn't want me to come to concessions with her. I recall sitting in the back of the car and speaking with her boyfriend. It's been hours and hours now, and he says, at first I thought you might be high, but your eyes are still really red after all this time, I mean I'm not your dad or anything. And so it goes. I devour the popcorn, I can't recall going home and going to bed.

The following day I'm still incredibly high from dawn till dusk. We have a sort of family gathering and that's awkward as well but for some reason much more difficult to remember. The day after I finally come down. Several times past I try to recreationally use nutmeg again, planning out the next couple of days, to no avail. It seems you have to be blasted into smithereens or else no effects whatsoever. If one is to use nutmeg I would recommend one has multiple days to oneself, and to aim high, and to expect to be very far above where you're aiming. Imagine you eat straight cannabis butter out of a tub like ice cream, take a low dose of DPH, and a couple of shots of strong liqueur. All in all it's pretty good, though. I just wish I could have laid in bed the whole time and listened to binaural beats or something. With proper planning I do think it has exploratory potential.

Submitted by - Jonny v.17

Effects analysis

  • Novelty enhancement - "I suddenly decide that this is the best, and I mean best, song that I've ever heard. It's so long and intricate, it becomes myriad other songs and returns to the original when you least expect it."
  • Vasodilation - "My mom asks, why are your eyes so red?" "*he says, at first I thought you might be high, but your eyes are still really red after all this time"
  • Sedation - "I feel really sleepy, but in a good way," "The happy sleepy feeling has progressed to something immense and crushing."
  • After images - "Instead I'm seeing strangely shaped after-images in the darkness."
  • Time distortion - "The ride takes what seems like years"
  • Muscle spasms - "I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, looking out of the window and having mini-seizures. Strange convulsions."
  • Emotion suppression - "Everyone laughs about this, but I've forgotten how to laugh. Everything has become completely humorless."
  • Tactile enhancement - "My sensory appreciation is turned way up"
  • Anxiety - "I'm too scared of what the others are thinking"
  • Memory suppression - "and can't hold a thought for very long."
  • Motor control loss - "I trip multiple times trying to climb the stairs to his apartment."
  • Appetite enhancement - "I eat compulsively without thinking" "my hunger will not subside."
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