Oh man. I have an apocryphal tale about eating hops.
I went to college in Denver about 40 years ago, and the Coors plant in Golden was close enough that pretty much any excuse was good enough to swing by their "hospitality room" for a few free pours. But they made you take the factory tour first - you couldn't just make a bee line to the tap room.
Well, after a dozen visits we could have given the tour, word for word. So this one visit we were seriously
bored, and not having iPhones to play with back in those Stone Age days
we were scanning for anything
that could hold our interests until we could hit the taps.
So when we rounded the boil kettles there was this rolling 30-40 gallon bin full of dried and pressed cones within reach. I grabbed a good pinch and stuck it in my mouth and started chewing.
For the next six months I could not drink a beer without getting nauseous, and for years that taste totally haunted me. I switched to Crown Royal for nearly a decade before slowly bringing beer back into my life.
So, be careful. You never know what might happen inside your brain
btw: the tap room at the Golden factory always had some really good brews that they never commercialized, probably because they clearly cost a lot more to make than their standard adjunct recipes.