OK...I have to chime in here. I acquired some Orange Sunshine in 1971 - the absolute real deal. A year or two ago I reported fully on the consequences of that experience over at the Shroomery, so you can search for it there. I haven't the time to recount it here a second time at the moment. Suffice it to say the last things I remember were the grass singing, seeking refuge in the back seat of my dad's car (I had driven to a park and dropped on the way) and the overhead branches of trees bending down towards me as I lay looking up through the back window of the car.
Hours later I walked up to a complete strangers house (middle of the night) and handed them my wallet, asking them who I was, and could they please help me get home? Not surprisingly, the police and a trip to an emergency room were involved, as was months of subsequent "home arrest" by non-drug taking parents. That's enough to give you a taste of what happened. About 3-4 months later (after analysis, I guess) I was arrested for possession of LSD - handcuffed in my bed in my underwear - but since the other 9 tabs I had in the car went from the cop to my dad to the ER doc and back to the cops, the chain of evidence was busted, and without a case and at age 17, I was given a "youthful offender, unconditional discharge", and no arrest record.
Edit: Oh...and the tabs looked just like the eraser on a pencil (maybe 20% smaller in all dimensions) and they were a beautiful shade of medium pale orange.
N.B.