This is pretty much the same reaction I have. My dad, on the other hand, loves this stuff. I think I just have trouble parsing horehound as candy. It seems uncandylike somehow. I’m talking about the Claeys stuff. I don’t know if there might be some other kind of horehound.
I like it, but it gives me heart palpitations. At first, I didn’t know what was causing them. My cardiologist had me wear a portable monitor. Near the end of the monitoring period, I ran out of horehound, and the palpitations stopped.
It was the Claey’s horehound drops. Anybody else have that reaction?
Horehound, pffft. Try gentian, goldenseal or wormwood and get back to me. (BLECH!)
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Fear Itself**, I’m both surprised and not. Horehound has been shown to effective in *stopping *heart palpitations. But just as with many pharmaceuticals, often the cure can cause the symptom in a small proportion of people who try it. Weird, huh?
I had no idea that horehound had an effect on the heart. I had an ablation done on my heart 2 years ago to stop an arrhythmia and now wonder if I should avoid the candy!
I love horehound but don’t think it tastes much like licorice or root beer. I loathe those flavors. But I usually eat Hammond’s and don’t particularly care for the Claeys. Thinking about it, part of the reason I like it so much may be that I only had it as a child at my Grandmother’s house. Kinda reminds me of cheerier days.
If you haven’t been having problems, I wouldn’t worry about it. The dose of horehound in candy is far smaller than a therapeutic dose we’d use medicinally. General advice is that herbs at “culinary levels” are fine, even if they’re contraindicated at medicinal levels. So if you’re taking garlic at therapeutic levels, we want you to stop that 2 weeks before surgery to decrease bleeding risks, but you can certainly continue cooking with it or go out for a nice Italian meal the night before your surgery if you like.
It IS made from the root of a plant, of course. Whenever I’ve heard “horehound” I think about McKinley Kantor’s novel, Andersonville, about the infamous Civil War prisoner camp for Union soldiers.
In the novel there’s a character named the widow Slatterly, a poor woman with a passel of poorly cared-for children who, to make ends meet (heh) provides her services to the troops.
One day one of the children has the rare occasion to go to town and is lucky enough to be given a piece of horehound candy. He is distracted by it’s name and associates it with his mother.
And that’s about all I’ve got to say about horehound candy. . .
I always find it funky and a little bit off-putting when I put it in my mouth, and then 5 minutes later I’m thinking “this is the best stuff on Earth!”