“”have eaten a lot of mushrooms””
I remember learning how to cross-country ski with some silly psilocybin eaters. I passed on their offer to share. Later, I ran across them staring at the snow on the tree. They just kept staring.
I prefer martinis, a little dirty, with two olives.
I enjoy a martini now and then, with gin, not vodka, 3 olives, maybe a pearl onion thrown in. Bombay Sapphire, does it for me.