Ghetto Absinthe: “He Actually Did It!”
Hello Mediums. I’m not here to sell you anything today. I will, however, ask that you stick with me as I try to bring this story full circle.
My wife and I purchased our house roughly eight years ago to the day. It was a big deal because it marked our long awaited escape from the hood. While she grew up in the burbs, I spent most of my life, more than 30 years in fact, in Detroit, Michigan. As a couple, we spent 16 years in the D, so it was definitely time to move on up like George and Weezy.
Upon moving in, one of the first things I did was embark on a new project. No, not some home improvement DIY project. My wife will tell you that I’m “not very mechanically inclined” … never mind all the times I changed the oil and brakes on her vehicle … literal mechanic type shit! I’m not stressing. I’m digressing …
When it comes to herbal concoctions, I’m somewhat of a mad scientist. And believe it or not, my results have ranged from ‘okay’ to ‘fuckin’ spectacular’. So par the ole course, my creative wheels were turning fiercely when I ran across something known as absinthe.
According to my research, absinthe is an alcoholic beverage infused with various herbs of the medical and culinary variety. The brew is known for its high-alcohol content and has earned the reputation in some circles for having psychedelic properties. Historically, absinthe has stirred up such a ruckus, that it has been outlawed in many countries, including right here in the good ole US of A … now I’m really interested!
I explored a few grayish area options for potentially having some imported, but after a while, I said fuck it and decided to brew up a batch myself … only my twist would leave no doubt about its psychedelic properties.
So here’s what I did:
I took approximately 1500 untreated morning glory seeds
An ounce of wormwood (a staple of traditional absinthe recipes)
10 grams of peppermint leaf
760 milliliters of store bought moon shine
These are my ingredients. This is the recipe. I combine it all in the Magical Butter Machine, the greatest creation since internet porn. I set the timer for four hours and let the extractor do its thing.
Timer goes off, I let it cool, then strain a no-streetlights-at-midnight black liquid into the original jar. DONE. Now I’m thinking … this here DIY project could be a dud, or it could be extremely potent … like dangerously potent!
I’ve had quite a few rounds on the Morning Glory train and it is quite the experience. The seeds of this beautiful flower can deliver an out of this world trip that is every bit as mind bending as shrooms or LSD. Knowing this, and the unpredictability of the concoction I’ve brought to life, I get very apprehensive.
Years go by. Many mushrooms have been munched and guzzled in delicious teas. I even tried acid for the first time. But I didn’t fuck with that Morning Glory Shine. While I thought about it here and there, I just couldn’t muster up the nerve to actually give it a whirl. I did, however, formulate a plan. I told myself that when my psychonaut sack does drop, I will be sure to take it slow and make sure the wife is around to trip sit, if need be.
Eight years later, I decide the time has come. I pull the mason jar from kitchen cabinet and set it on the counter, where it sat for about four more weeks. See, I’m still building my courage, but by making it visible, I had essentially made the commitment. After procrastinating and being roasted by the wife for “chickening out”, I finally go for it and put this now ancient experiment to the test.
Here’s what I did:
I throw two ice cubes and a shot of my glorious dark absinthe in a four-ounce glass. I cover and mix it with flat ass Faygo Cream Soda pop. Pop. Not soda😁 I take my glass, go down stairs and stretch out on the loveseat to catch up on AEW Full Gear.
Though sipping faster than I normally would, I’m still testing this beverage at a measured pace. Smart move because it didn’t take long for things to start cooking. Roughly 30 minutes into the PPV, the warm and fuzzies are illuminating my body. The euphoria is intense and very reminiscent of magic mushrooms. The feeling was so intense that I had to close my eyes occasionally and just relish in the sensation. On the other hand, I was, for the most part, able to focus on the show, which I enjoyed immensely.
I didn’t experience any hallucinations. That isn’t uncommon for me. Unless I’m blasted to another plane of existence, I typically don’t get the visuals so commonly associated with psychedelics. It’s all about the feels and headspace.
The experience lasted a good four hours with residuals lingering for another 60 minutes or so. All in all I was uber impressed. Morning Glory Seeds are awesome … when they work as intended … intended by me😅 I’ve had glowing experiences. I’ve had dud experiences. I’ve had experiences that might’ve been glowing if I could get past the excruciating nausea. No nausea here. Just a smooth ride that combined the best of stoned cold tripping in one glorious time.
After coming out unscathed, I’m confident that I can go further on my next journey. Perhaps a whole shot. No chaser. We’ll see.
Living in the suburbs is nice. It’s quiet, with that perfect balance of close to the city and isolated from the bullshit at the same damn time. I may have left the D, but I’m forever hood. And thanks to the Morning Glory Gods, my Ghetto Absinthe is with me😎
Contel Bradford is a mystical and complex individual. You can attempt to unravel some of the mystery by visiting his author site at countkrewpublications.com.
