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Well I was at the local head shop buying a nice little one hitter, and I noticed a jar on the counther labled wormwood. There were also jars labled Salva extract, and other herbs I have heard of. Well it was 3 dollars for half an ounce of the wormwood, so I figured what the hell. Maybe I can do something with it. On erowid I saw a few reciepes for absinthe, but they aren't very elaborate, and I have no clue how much I should take. So I was just wondering if anyone had a nice reciepe for it? And how much I should take of it? Thanks
Ya iv been trying to make wormwood this year aswell.. Erowid is missing on this one..(at least to me) Id giv u my links but i just reformated and id give u my shroomery links but they were in the other drugs forum.. .sorry
You idiot. Wormwood is a fucking plant - Absinthe is a liquor made from fermented anise and wormwood (artemisia absinthium.) I would suggest making hash from your wormwood cuttings. The relative content of active thujone is low in wormwood compared to Sage herbs
Absinthe is overrated IMHO. I have 2 different bottles that I imported from Europe (to the UK) and to be honest it's just really strong alcohol. When you're completely pissed it's hard to tell whether the thujone is actually having any effect at all. I've read that basically the alcohol content far outweighs the thujone content, and that to ingest enough to have any kind of effect, you would already be beyond wasted by then anyway.
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