Actually, it's not a rose and I have not vomited, although it was touch-n-go for a bit.
I made a long-steeped concoction of fresh, crushed "mourning" (I always prefer the "mourning" spelling) glory seeds with cinnamon, nutmeg, absinthe, mint and sage, then had a cup.
I'm fucking stoned. Better than good pot, to be honest. Can't think of why I went for this, but I have.
I may have enough to get me through the winter, if I harvest the entire fence line for my own mourning.