The poet speaks not with intellect alone but with the intellect inebriated by nectar...For if in any manner we can stimulate this instinct, new passages are opened into nature... This is the reason why bards love wine, mead, narcotics, coffee, tea, opium, the fumes of sandalwood and tobacco, or whatever other procurers of animal exhilaration.
- Pendell, Pharmako

















