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BongRipper Jul 15, 2026 17:29
MarleyDisciple Jul 17, 2026 06:42
SnowWhite_plug Jul 19, 2026 19:55
snowboy_real Jul 21, 2026 08:08
Preface:
Oddly enough, I'd encountered this strain before, albeit under very different circumstances. Being a fan of pure hybrid strains for cracker making, I bought a few grams back then solely for that purpose. I rarely smoked it, but I still managed to grasp its character. My memories of that effect remain vague, but vivid enough to know that this encounter would not be without interest.
0:00
I smoke through a joint—it's so clean now after the last trip, as if I'd performed a demon-exorcism ritual. The smoke gently envelops my mouth and throat, leaving a sweet, slightly earthy aftertaste with a barely perceptible bitterness. Surprisingly, I don't cough at all—as if my lungs suddenly remembered they were professionals. I've never experienced such pleasure from smoking before—as if each inhalation fills not only my lungs but the entire room with some mysterious grace.
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00:05
A slight tingling feeling begins to spread through my limbs, as if someone is gently pricking my fingers with tiny needles of warm honey. My mood lifts. I'd already decided to start drawing, so I'd thoughtfully laid out all my supplies on the table. Now my workspace looks so professional that it seems no one would be surprised if I accidentally started painting "Starry Night." Everything is in keeping with the canons of the great master of the art of three brush strokes and five minutes for a smoke break.
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00:15
The effect intensifies. The contours of objects tremble and seem to float slightly, and the colors become rich and vibrant. For a second, it seems I'm starting to hallucinate: light rainbow patterns flicker across the walls like living shadows, but then they disappear, leaving behind only a hint of surprise. I decide to go to the window and get some fresh air.
A classic spring scene unfolds outside the window. But somehow, it all looks surprisingly beautiful and even mesmerizing—as if nature itself were staging a performance in dull tones. I stand by the window and feel part of this sad symphony. A warm, peaceful feeling rolls through my body, as if the slush isn't everywhere, but only outside, and I have my own cozy island of peace here.
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00:30
My consciousness splits into two streams: one part is lost in deep philosophical reflection, while the other simply admires the reflection of the light off the glass. Suddenly it gets chilly, and I realize I've been standing by the window for quite some time. A thought occurs to me: how romantic it would be to sit with a cup of tea and gaze at all this.
I go to the kitchen, feeling like the greatest thinker of our time, and enthusiastically put the kettle on.
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01:00
The peace smoothly flows into a light thoughtfulness. The sounds soften, as if someone turned down the volume of the world a couple notches, leaving only the background.
I'm sitting at the table, my teacup long empty, and the sheet of paper still untouched. The drawing must have been created somewhere in a parallel universe, because here there's only a blank slate. I ponder the nature of inspiration and catch myself thinking that perhaps artists of the past also sat like this (stoned) and pondered how to combine all those brilliant ideas into a single line.
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01:30
The calm reaches some absolute point, where even thoughts become sparse and fluid, as if dissolving into the air of the room. I just want to lie down and immerse myself in the music. So I do—stretch out on the couch, the music enveloping me in soft sounds, and each melody seems to penetrate my skin.
I have no desire to draw anymore—I have no motivation, not even a shred of ambition. Everything feels right and complete, even without attempting to create masterpieces. Within, there's a deep satisfaction and quiet euphoria.
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02:00
My consciousness begins to return to its usual clarity. The fog gradually dissipates, leaving behind a light aftertaste—soft, light, calm. I get up and head to the shower—the warm water embraces my body, washing away the remnants of this reality, smeared across time.
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03:00
My thoughts have finally sorted themselves out and sorted themselves into place, as if my consciousness had done a spring cleaning of its own accord. I lie down in bed and think it would be nice to finally fall asleep. And as soon as this thought occurs, sleep gently covers me, drawing me into warm dreams. 👌
WakeNBake Jul 24, 2026 21:21
12:14
First inhale, no discomfort.
It enters easily and gently, without irritating the mucous membranes.
I smell a slight odor of acetone or something similar, and I know it's it.
After 2-3 minutes, I begin to feel a light wave of euphoria that gradually envelops my body and builds. My brain senses a surge of dopamine and a sense of calm, a lack of anxiety and worry.
After 4-5 minutes, the residual effects of the euphoria begin to wash over me, and the euphoria continues to embrace me. It's such a smooth and pleasant effect.
I feel liberated, motivated, and energized.
12:25
Turn your headphones up, YouTube music, here.
As soon as the music starts, my mood lifts, penetrating every part of my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Every memory associated with a particular track comes flooding back and makes me feel nostalgic.
12:30
I'll go pour myself some water; it's a bit drying, of course.
12:34
It's beautiful outside
I look out the window and soak up the rare rays of sunshine.
Such beauty on my windowsill pleases my eyes.
12:45
The sensations have plateaued, and I clearly want to finish it off, so I'm preparing another track.
12:52
Bon appétit, it seems, Am Am Am.
Inhale....
The second one enters with a slight discomfort.
12:54
The second wave adds euphoria, enjoying it with the music. I close my eyes and completely surrender to the music and the sensations of my body.
My head is clear, not heavy, I feel in control of the situation and my thoughts.
13:10
How wonderful, I just sit and enjoy the moment, the world seems so beautiful, I want to communicate.
The world is in a ziplock bag, how ironic, as if I can't do the same without it?
The coconut is liberating; one of the things I love about coke is the smoothness and sense of belonging.
It doesn't sweep you along, but rather leads you by the hand throughout the trip.
13:30
Time for more; on inhalation I sense a
sweet, fruity undertone: often described as the smell of rotting or soaked apples.
1:35 PM
The third one went down a storm, the euphoria reached a new level, I feel elevated, like I'm floating.
1:40 PM
The desire for communication and interaction has grown, and I'm stuck in text messages, thoughts transforming into words, words into sentences.
2:04 PM
It felt like 10 minutes had passed, but in reality, 25 minutes had flown by.
2:12 PM
Tuning up, and an extra portion of snow flies into me underground.
2:22 PM
I don't feel much of a change or increase from the previous one, so I immediately take the final two portions.
I'll save one for later, but I'll eat the other one right away.
But now I'm feeding the other side of my nose for fun.
I gather up the crumbs that have spread around and rub them into my gums.
2:26 PM
My mouth and throat are starting to go numb. The anesthesia is like a doctor's; I'd only see someone like that with that kind of anesthesia periodically.
2:30 PM
My tongue is noticeably numb, making it difficult to sing along to my favorite tracks. The effects have intensified and given my head a new boost.
My body resonates in time with my accelerated heartbeat; the music takes on a new meaning, a different sound, a different perception.
I want to break into a dance after her.
2:45 PM
I completely forgot about my pod, but the urge to smoke reminded me of it.
I took four powerful hits; the nicotine is doing its job and perfectly complements the trip.
2:50 PM
Wonderful cocaine, and the sweetest part is the hashish saved for a snack after the nut—what could be better?
I keep forgetting to drink, and every time I drink, I even out my feelings.
2:55 PM
I finish the rest by splitting the snow between my nostrils and get lost in the music on my computer.
I'd love to try this stuff at some techno or rave party. I'm sure that with an active lifestyle, in the company of friends, you'll experience a much wider range of feelings and emotions that you want to share.
To summarize this:
Delicious, smooth, and gradual effect.
The peak effect arrives after about 30-40 minutes and then gradually subsides.
I always want to get it in one go, but this isn't the kind of drug. I recommend stretching out the trip to capture all the notes and tricks.
Final sobriety sets in after about 2 hours, you feel a slight decline in strength and mood, as you borrow the euphoria and all the pleasant effects from your “future self.” 😮💨💯
HashBaron Jul 26, 2026 10:34
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