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Maybe it’s my autism, but when I hit my wife’s cart with Tropicana Cookies, it tasted to me like if you had a breakfast sausage, like a sausage patty specifically, and had a big shmear of yellow mustard on it. Kind acrid across the nose in smell. For the effects, we both feel creative in our thoughts more-so than our actions. We feel energized and at rest. Kind of like dreamily flowing in the cosmos and suddenly understanding whale song.