It was around 1973; I was about 24. A biologist friend from work was into mycology, and knew where to find the goodies even in the far northeast. I don't know the exact species, but now and then he'd drop in with a big bag. I liked them infinitely better than acid, not so jittery.
They were REALLY NASTY TASTING

but did the job nicely. That year I almost always drove around with a jug of shroom juice on the seat beside me, sipping just enough to keep things interesting.
