My cousin from New Mexico sent me a parcel of peyote when I was in college. Me and 2 friends tripped at this one guy's house. First, they taste like rancid fuck. Not enough chocolate sauce in the universe to make it not disgusting. Second, it's a very self centered trip. You're aware that others are around you, but they're just furniture. You're very much aware of yourself. It forces your thoughts to come from a deep place. It's hard to explain without getting into hippie jibberish. I can understand why it was a spiritual thing to the drunken Indians.