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Trip report about Weed - Godfather OG from Bob Marley's Sacred Herb Sibiu

9:25 AM - Returning Home
A thick soundtrack from my headphones accompanies me. I walk up to my apartment, close the door, and drop my bag. I unpack.
The buds are brown-olive, with hints of earth and honey. Dense yet fluffy. They don't stick, but hold their shape. They smell... of Colombia. A tart aroma of boldness and spicy sweetness.
As if someone mixed coffee, dried citrus, raw wood, and a touch of gangster luxury.

When crushed, there's an explosion. The scent intensifies exponentially, as if opening a vacuum safe. Memories begin to tickle.

9:40 AM - First Strike
One joint — no more. Flame meets the plant. The first puf hit is soft, with a tart sweetness. The second is deeper.

By the third puf, I feel the world begin to move independently of me. I put the can away. I listen.

09:45 - It starts...
Sharply. No slow buildup. In an instant, my thoughts scattered like a cartel in ambush. The space receded. A soft echo began.

There's warmth inside. My chest feels like a fire, but it doesn't burn. It warms. My eyes close slightly. The world has become soft.

09:50 - Entering the state
I turn on Telegram. I call my friend. He picks up. From the first few sentences, I understand: I'm on a roll. The voice sounds like it's coming from a catacomb with Wi-Fi. We talk about everything.

I start to ramble. Then I catch myself laughing... and I don't know why. This lasts for about 40 minutes.

Still on the line. I'm lying there, my ear in the pillow, my friend's voice like background noise. I answer with pauses. The world has become rough.
The wallpaper on the wall is like an ancient map. The window is like a portal.

10:45 - Visualization and Effects
I open my eyes and notice: the light in the room has become thick. The colors have acquired a flavor.

The green from the lamp is mint. The yellow from the street is lime. I close my eyes and see a map of Colombia. Made of sand. And on it is Pablo.

"I'm not just a big shot, I'm a legacy. Got it, perro?" he says to me, grinning in his gold suit.

I laugh. But I have no mouth. I'm just a spirit hanging above the bed. My body lies, and I float. Thoughts flow like the Cauca River, carrying me ever further.

11:00 - Immersion in Music
I turn on reggae. Bob Marley. Then I switch to Latin. Salsa. Bongo pads.

I slap my palms on the bed, imagining I'm playing with Carlos Santana.

Sounds move around the room.

Every bass is like a wave.

11:45 - Climax
Light falls through the window like a projector. I'm inside a film. My brain is the director, sound engineer, and cameraman all rolled into one.

I go into the bathroom. The mirror isn't a mirror. It's a portal. I say, "Are you Pablo?" and wink to myself.

12:00 - Exit
The decline is soft, polite. The feeling doesn't let up, it just settles. Like a cloud that's decided to become a pillow.

I lie down, hug the air, and feel the lump disappear. But the mark remains. 🌿🔥

Trip report about Cocaine Peru 97% from Bob Marley's Sacred Herb Sibiu

4:00 PM
Running to my friend's with a bag, I delight him with the news of a new product in his diet.
I pour the stones onto a dark surface and admire them.
After sifting out the dust and small pieces, I weigh 100 milligrams on a scale, crush it into dust with a card, and divide it in half. One for me and one for my friend.
First, I sip on a bill, then I offer one to my friend.
My nose, you see, is itchy and numb.
The whitewash has sealed my sinuses, and we're seizing the moment in anticipation.

4:15 PM
A slight stimulation had set in.
The music is pleasantly inviting, and I want to move. Friend lies down and complains about his nose being scratchy and the bitter taste.
The taste is truly bitter and like a pill. I can't hold it down for long; I have to swallow.


16:25

I noticed my feet had gotten cold, but my palms were sweating.
My friend was eager to talk, and he was telling me about his old drug-addicted past.
I, on the other hand, didn't want to talk; I wanted to remain silent, move, and nod my head. I was scurrying around the room, fiddling with the computer, then fiddling with the screws in my chair.
I was impressed by the incredible focus and clarity of my vision. The focus was top-notch.

16:45

I opened a can of beer to wash down the bitterness of the drug. It was delicious and refreshing. It really took the edge off the dry mouth. We went out onto the balcony and lit cigarettes. I didn't really want to smoke, like when I was on MDMA or amphetamine, when you greedily dragged every puff.

4:55 PM

We went into the room and finished our beer.
My eyes were still dilated, and the effects of the drug were gradually wearing off.
I looked at the remains of the feast, but the dryness in my nose and the bitterness in my throat made me postpone the catch-up until later.

4:30 PM

After finishing my beer, I said goodbye to my friend and headed home. Once home, I smoked two small joints of bud, took a shower, and fell asleep gently in my bed.

Conclusion:

The cocaine I tried was working.
It did its job; a small line of 50 mg stimulated my movements and alertness. My consciousness remained intact, and that's the main thing. No amphetamine was detected in the cocaine.

Ratings:
Substance 9/10
Stealth 9/10
Weight 10/10
Euphoria/Stim 20/80 ⚡😮‍💨

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