Wednesday, August 8, 2012

2C-P Overdose (El Diablo)


***DISCLAIMER/WARNING: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RECREATE ANY OF THE EVENTS DESCRIBED IN THIS REPORT. PSYCHOACTIVE MATERIAL IS NOTHING TO PLAY AROUND WITH AND I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND YOU DO SO. HOWEVER, THIS EVENT DID HAPPEN AND IS AN IMPORTANT REMINDER OF SAFETY, PROPER DOSING, AND THE RISKS YOU ARE TAKING WITH YOUR LIFE***

Forward:

Seeing an old friend stirred up some even older memories that I felt should be documented and published for the well-being of all researching psychonauts. This is my first-hand report of a 2C-P overdose experienced by both myself and my friend, Steve.

A Little Background
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HypnotiQ: I myself, am twenty years old and am rather experienced in the ways of exploring the psyche, it's been one of my primary curiosities ever since I was young. By the age of 13 I was constantly researching hallucinogenics, my primary interest being Psilocybin Mushrooms. I'd always wanted to see visions like I'd seen in so many cartoons before. It was an attraction so fierce it's difficult for me to describe it, other than an intense curiosity.
Fast forward to age twenty, I've taken any psychoactive material of recreational value that interested me and it'd be pointless to name them off, just know that I'm experienced.

Steve: I met Steve at school when I was sixteen years old, ever since then, we've been chilling and smoking Cannabis most of the four years we've known each other. Other than Cannabis, the only Psychotropics he'd ever touched before is one gram of Shrooms which he claimed to be, “an awesome time”.

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It all started when I received an order I'd previously thought would never arrive; at that point, I truly believed that I'd been scammed by the company. It'd been around six weeks after the money was removed from my account and two weeks after my vendor's site had gone offline. After multiple attempts to contact him, and having heard no word from site administrator, I'd pretty much given up all hope of ever receiving the parcel. However, despite all doubts, for some reason or another, I had this odd feeling that it would be there that day, even saying to Steve, “How weird would it be if that [parcel] just showed up today?”.

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I threw the parcel at Steve, feeling an ear to ear grin spread across my face. He read who it arrived from and instantly his face replicated mine.
Unfortunately, the milligram scale I'd ordered didn't arrive the day I'd expected it too; we were both heavily impatient, that was our first mistake. I wasn't familiar with the powder's density, but regardless, I still eyed out two similar doses to what I believed to be 16mg and 32mg ( a few years previously when I'd been experimenting with 2C-B I needed at least 30mg [taken orally] to be able to achieve close-to peak effects). I knew that 2C-P was slightly more potent than 2C-B with an enormous dose curve, I did my homework.

Our biggest mistake was changing the, “normal”, method of consumption to intranasal (snorting) in able to avoid the enormous dose-responsive curve (keep in mind these doses were NOT SAFELY WEIGHED). I took my line first [which was slightly bigger than my friend's dose] and was thrust into a land of pain, so bad I didn't feel any effects, just immense, intolerable pain. I remember looking up through teary-eyes at a generally concerned looking Steve and saying,

“Oh..Oh..my..god it burns...sooooo..baad!”

He looked at his dose and goes, “I'm not so sure about this”, it was at this point I was getting slammed with highly uncomfortable effects. My chest felt extremely light and it was in no way an enjoyable sensation. My shoulders felt like they were being electrocuted with amount of intolerable anxiety that began pumping in odd patterns. I felt so overly and completely unnaturally-stimulated, forcibly my eyes bugged open as far as humanly possible. My visual field quickly became illuminated with dancing geometry of such complex patterning (this at first was quite beautiful). Quickly, worried of my inexperienced friend I calmed my voice (which was panicked, due to natural reaction to your heart beating that quickly, I was also breathing very deeply to bring on the calm) and said,

“Dude, don't do it this it's way to intense, you don't want this”, trying to establish as much seriousness in my tone as I possessed at that moment.

“I really want to trip”, he insisted looking a bit insulted.

I debated in my head for a moment, though it was getting increasingly difficult to hold a conversation and control the rising anxiety, while the entire time my nose was still burning at twice the intensity of when we began.

“Just take half”.
So, he did.
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Steve was eyes were instantly panicked.
There were 1,000 thoughts racing through my head on how to best contain to rising situation and trying my best to ignore the, “I don't like this, I want it to go away”, feeling creeping. I knew I had a good 12-18 hrs ahead, and it'd only been about 10mn.

“I don't like this, I can't stand it, my nose hurts so bad, everything is fucking moving. When does it end?”, Steve said exasperated, his tone touching panic into my heart. I felt his pain interlaced with my own.

Me: “It's alright, let's listen to the dead”
Steve: “No, no music, I feel so sick, I just want it to go”
Me: “It's not going anywere for at least 8 Hours, we have to deal with this”
Steve: “I don't know if I..”
Me: “We can! We are strong we will make it, relax”
Steve: “I just wanna smoke some weed”

We then made our way to the bong, of which I packed a full-bowl, in a decently big hitter, of some super-dank one-hitter quitter for him to take straight to the face.

He took it all one hit, no problem. In fact, he didn't even cough. He blew the smoke out, set the bong down and looked at me, and in the most horrified tone I'd heard out of him in the entire span of our friendship said,

“I couldn't even feel the smoke in my lungs, I don't feel high at all. We can't get high, we can't get stoned, what do we do?”.

I just looked at him with sadness in my eyes, my panic was rising so immensely it was difficult for me to hold, and I wasn't even scared for my life, there was just simply too much energy/electricity stimulating my psyche, or at least that's what I think. I remember he exasperatingly walked away and sat down on the couch in the living room with his hands over his eyes,

“There's too much light, even when I close my eyes, it won't go away I don't like this”, he whined.

I sat down and just talked to him a lot about what he's feeling right now, and reassured him that it will go away and to be as patient as possible. He sat in the same hands-to-his-eyes (I was checking to make sure he wouldn't dig his eyes out) position and listened to me (I'd noticed, a controlled-calm voice seemed to soothe him). I continued to assure him this is not a journey that he had to be on alone, he's got his best friend right at his side, that his brother had his back. Finally, I brought up a topic looming in the back of my head based on my own feelings at that moment and said,

“And straight serious right now dude, I love you, your my brother til the end and I don't know what I'd do without you. No matter what, I mean no matter how horrible it gets, because it will get worse, I'm just being honest with you, know what I mean?”, I waited for him to nod in order to be sure I still had his attention before continuing,

“I am not trying to panic you, I've been here before in this world of uncertainty and fear and I only wish to make this as easy as possible for you (I did a lot of buttering up, in an effort not to say the wrong string of words and set panic, he seemed very fragile). There might be points where you feel it won't end, but it will I swear to god it will, you might feel like I'm talking a lot of shit and have no idea what I'm talking about, but I do, Steve, I swear to god, I do; I wouldn't sit here and spew bullshit, this right now is a situation in need of extreme attention and careful operating. And seriously, listen to me as deep as you can right now and replay my voice if you find yourself on the wrong path of thought, it will end, we will make it, and even in your deepest hell, SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER.”.

As I finished, his face twisted into a grimace and he dropped his hands. The burning in my nose had just began to subside, but what felt like the worst sensation in the world, was rapidly multiplying.
He looked up to the sky, tears in his eyes, my heart started beating even faster,

“Steve, look at me. Look at me, seriously, you are my brother! I would never let anything hurt you, including yourself..”

“I hate it so much”, he quickly exasperated in a sickeningly sad tear-filled tone.

“Steve it will go away I swear to god!”, he shook his head and put his face back in shaky palms.

“Steve, listen to me! Look at me!”, he dropped his hands and dragged his gaze over to my concerned eyes.

“Steve, I will be right here at your side, it will go away! It is not worth losing an entire life over a scary day. We need to focus on how to survive any potentially life threatening physical symptoms we feel, we need to distract ourselves and do something. Steve, I need you as much as you need me right now, don't leave me alone here man, please, I got your back dude”.

He laid back once more and sort of groaned sort of whined out, “I won't I promise just let me sit here and relax alone for a few, alright, please? I'll help you too dude, I promise, I wont do anything stupid, I just need sometime, I'll be right here”. There was a general understanding between him and I, I trusted he'd be safe,

“I'll be back to check in a little bit”
“Okay”



I retreated to my room, relieved to be away from the tension his obvious panic was bringing. Closing the door seemed to relax me and my heartbeat finally returned to a more natural, and comfortable speed. The silence was so very, well, silent and had an eerie hang to it. I decided to put on, Touch of Grey by The Dead. At first, the drums (which on a normal LSD trip intoxicate me) shot me into extreme anxiety and I nearly exited the music program. But due to difficulty operating the computer while in such a, “fucked up state”, I decided to sit-back and give'em a chance to work their magic. I closed my eyes in an attempt to meditate and listened very deeply.

Upon closing my eyes I was instantly immersed in dynamic, complex, rapidly changing/merging/flashing 2-D geometric patterns. I was literally struggling to analyze the visuals and had to stop due to rising motion sickness. I opened my eyes and my previous visual field multiplied to an extent where I could hardly focus on anything, I felt a rising sickness and knew instantly it had to be done. I ran out of my room straight for the kitchen sink and brutally puked my brains out. It was a burning sensation so terrible in my stomach, even after I stopped puking I felt it necessary to push more out. But even after there was nothing left in my stomach, there still remained the terrible nauseousness. I remember looking at the clock and seeing it'd only been 20 minutes, then looking down into the sink at what came up (I hadn't eaten anything that day and was sort of praying to see some of the substance undissolved in my stomach acids). There was a very strange pile of blue mucous, of which I guessed was the undissolved 2C-P. This relieved me, as I believed my body had removed the poison as it's defense’s are meant.

Back in my room, sitting in my chair listening to, “I willllll geet by, I will survice”, just brought such illumination and happyness into my soul, I stated to laugh heavily. Everything seemed to be getting a slightly more tolerable state (though far, far from comfortable).

I smoked a cigarette and began to meditate again. My instant feeling on channeling my chi was a heavy, heavy current streaming straight up (my comfortable level is a slow down flow), it took a few minutes just to stop the up stream and proved nearly impossible to push down. It Took a lot of convincing of myself that I could do anything and, 'no drug is going to stop me', before I began to feel a relaxing steady downward current.
I felt in control once more; it was in this break of the storm, I took advantage and laid out what I'm calling a, “foundation for positive thought”. Basically, I'd think inspirational thoughts that I could recall later in a time of peril. Also, in recalling the thoughts it also tells me I set these thoughts up because I knew I was on a drug and could freak out, forcing a sense of reality out of the drugs grasp.

I began falling in love with the dead all over again, I had the urge to dance, run, jump, but nausea set-those urges aside. Steve walked into the room with a sly smile and simply said,

“Dude I am the most fucked up I've ever been in my entire life! The ceiling is..”

“Pulsating veins? Deep Dark Red/Violet?”, I interrupted, for some reason, so sure he had the same visuals as I. His jaw dropped in astonishment,

“You see that shit too?!?!”, we both laughed for what felt like 10 minutes and I put on more of The Dead.

I know in the back of both of our heads we had the same thought, 'Oh god..It's intensity is reproaching'.

Over the span of 5-15minutes, music became far too much to focus on, visuals seemed to repress a bit, however in its place, the electric anxiety in my arms spiked from extremely irritating to debilitating. I was extremely worried about Steve, he'd grown quiet as well, and the psychological trauma felt enough to drive a normal man insane.

Once more, I closed my eyes, feeling my heart pounding out of my chest faster than the speed of sound, I felt pain deep in the center of my heart which then shot an nerve shock through my entire system, leaving me lightheaded and dazed with a slight ringing in my ears. My heart began to feel as though it was beating spontaneously, off rhythm. I began to feel pangs of pain deep in the center of my heart, sending flurries of nerves.

I felt my vision began to darken and was 100% concerned for my life. I knew that any break in concentration would cause the situation to spiral far out of my control. So, I swallowed my fears and told myself, 'what happens, happens, I have to try my best to get Steve out of this'. I stood up and said, “I'm going to the bathroom, I'll grab you a water”. The panging in my heart made me hyper alert to all of the common mistakes of the horror stories I'd heard.

We began drinking lots of water, and the intensity just kept rising, there was no break. Steve was breaking I could see it in his eyes, it scared me deep. Instantly I felt I knew what to do,

“Steve, I think we may potentially be overheating and are unable to recognize it because we're so fucked up. We need to go take cold showers, it'll be hard, but it needs to be done”.

I stepped into the shower and gently adjusted to ice-cold water, then a little colder, and hopped in. Cold instantly crept up my spine, into every part of my body, it was then I noticed that my back, chest, arms, and part of my legs were completely numb. I tensed my muscles, which proved to be more of a task then I'd anticipated. In a hypothetical attempt to keep blood pumping to all extremities. I could feel the hot pouring off my body in layers and slowly, the seemingly impossible buzz began to die back to a, 'just barely tolerable' level, but it gave me more hope.
I remember hopping out of that ice-cold shower into a room full of steam.

Afterwords, the stairs seemed far too daunting (the shower was upstairs), so we decided to camp it out upstairs. Steve felt much better, but he wanted to lay down in the dark. We laid in silence for twenty minutes before the buzz started to increase once more, hopping between tolerable and a feeling of, 'Please KILL ME NOW!'.

Steve finally snapped, and began pleading for me to take him to the hospital, saying he tried so hard and he was sorry but he doesn't want to die.

“You won't die I prom...”

“I'm sorry, I can't do this, I..I..Can't”

“Say no more, I'll alert my mother, she'll take us in; an ambulance will only terrify you.”,

After telling my mom of our stupidity and asking for her advice she came to talk to Steve with me. She and I both know that hospital staff does not appropriately respond to those in panic from psychotropic substance and do far more damage than good. She reassured him she would check on us constantly and only call when the physical symptoms seemed fit. Checked our temperatures, which were only slightly elevated, my mothers caring words pushed me to see past my pain and to make Steve's easier, which also distracted me from the mind consuming sensations. We talked about life and how easily people forget how great it truly is. He must have said 1000 times,

“Just weed, I will never trip again.”...It killed me that I'd ruined such a beautiful thing for someone, I was so angry with myself I just fell into thought, I don't know where the time went.





Finally, the trip started dying down in intensity in a slow, yet constant, dip. The trip from that point became highly enjoyable and reminded me of goodtimes candyflipping, we laughed loads, and listened to The Dead, Simon and Garfunkel, Floyd, and a bunch of other feel good music. We went outside and we enjoyed the dimming into night, Steve finally felt as though he was able to sleep and did so. I was awake until about five that morning, the visuals were so bright it was hard to keep my eyes closed. I mean, it literally hurt from the intensity of the brightness at points. My pitch black room was dancing with colors and stars, I don't remember falling asleep.

The next day we had a wake and bake session, and wouldn't ya know, the milligram scale came in the mail. Curiosity struck and I began weighing out similar, if not the same, dose as what we'd done yesterday, I even made it a tad smaller than what I would swear was the exact dose we took (to eliminate any potential exaggeration). The numbers astounded me, my line (which contained slightly more) was approximately 140-150mg, Steve's was approximately 100-116mg. A strong dose for 2C-P was marked at 16+mg. Steve and I agreed on calling 2C-P, 'El Diablo'.

I consider this experience to be one of the most important I've ever had in life. It showed me that I could stay calm in an incredibly tense and traumatic situation and give assistance to those in need. It showed me my passion to thrive and survive, it showed me how much I cared for my friends, that I'd put their safety over mine in a situation few other may rise to. Steve also said he appreciated the experience, he felt as though it was necessary for him and he no longer feels the need to journey the psychotropic unknown, just smoke ganja. I thought I'd feel the same, I did at times the day before, but I survived and I learned so very much. I still to this day am waiting for that moment when I no longer feel as though I need explore those worlds, that moment has yet to arrive. The knowledge and understanding of a selfless person is very difficult to achieve in a pride-ran nation, but the perspective is so very important to have in your palette, to understand, to see beyond your own beliefs and delve in to any possibility. The thoughts perceived on a psychoactive substance is not PRODUCED or CAUSED by that substance, but rather are the thoughts of the subject placed in a multitude of senses they've never experienced before, opening the gate, even if only for a peek.


Sunday, August 5, 2012

2C-P Report TBR 8/6, The Peach Festival, and A Little News

Hey, it's been a while!
I got the urge to write today, so I decided to use it to my advantage and write down, in vivid detail, of my horrific, yet extremely enlightening experience with 2C-P. I just finished about an hour ago and plan on editing, finalizing, and finally publishing the report sometime tomorrow (Monday, 8/6/12). Make sure you check it out, some very useful information in there on hardtrips and staying calm.

I also plan on writing a report on my experience at The Peach Festival in Scrantan, PA (8/10-8/12), most likely a few days to a week after I get back.

Other than that, I'm going to try to constantly post, but obviously writing all this down is a bitch, even if I already have it written down in a Notebook. Oh yea, almost forgot; if, by chance, my entries interest you and you'd like to see more, or if your curious of anything I might be able to help with, feel free to leave a comment or ask a question.

- HypnotiQ

Monday, June 11, 2012

Dipropyltryptamine

DPT -


Gonna jump right into it here with my experience with the chemical known as DPT (dipropyltryptamine). I'd read a lot on how DMT and DPT where extremely closely related and was extremely curious to give DPT a test.

0:00 [Dosing Period] - Insufflated approximately 100mg DPT, then proceeded to vaporize and inhale an additional 300mg through a glass pipe. This was done by packing a total of three bowls, the bottom lightly coated with Cannabis to ensure no DPT fell through; their were approximately 5 big hits per bowl.

0:10 [First Bowl]+/-  Slight visual disturbance and an altered sense of perspective (as with most psychoactives). Not much to report, cottonmouth.

0:15 [Second Bowl]++ - Definite psychedelic activity, a general feeling of 'unease', Blurred vision with slight color fragments (similar but a lot different than shrooms (if that makes sense)), Rushing sensation in the head, deep blue and soft magenta colors noticed within geometric shapes (triangle and rectangle) floating on the wall, music sounds slighlty more appealing and seems to have a small effect on the visual activity. Body load is quite immense and is the only consistent effect noticed thus far (though not what I would call pleasurable).

0:30 [Third and final Bowl]+++ - After my finishing the last of the DPT I set the glass pipe on my bed and looked at my girlfriend, we were listening to Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here. Keep in mind, she isn't as 'psychoactivily apt' as I am, so she doesn't trip or smoke Cannabis. However, it is very often she tells me that she is, 'buzzing off', my positive energy and attitude (especially when I'm on Psychoactive material. Anyhow, we looked into each others eyes and she started crying hysterically. I instantly held her in my arms and we both sobbed into the silence as the song finished. I remember hearing her crying saying, "it's too much emotion!", as we were washed with tides of cleansing tears. I'd heard the phrase, 'like having 1,000 conversations in one instant of thought', tied to N,N-DMT before. But, this was the first time I'd truly experienced this phenomenon.

COMMENTS:
I found Dipropyltryptamine to be a very spiritually enriching chemical, however, it's highly confusing and I definitely would not recommend it for any type of Therapeutical medicine. It's very difficult to reach the spiritual point I'd gotten to, especially after minor frustration. The dosage range between, "slightly disturbed", and "rocked off the hinges", is incredibly small and happened for me somewhere between 200mg-400mg.

News:
www.hypnoticbotanicals.com is fully up and ready to go for all of your ethnobotanical and herbal needs. I plan on post a review on the South American snuff known as Yopo (containing Bufotenin, N,N-DMT, & 5-MeO-DMT). See ya later

- Hypnotic

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Ayahuasca, Allylescaline, San Pedro, and Home

Well, I've a lot to write about, and for now, I have the attention span to write about it, so I figured I might. First  off, my most recent interests have fallen among the culture of those of the peoples of Amazonian Cambodia, also know as an Ayahuasca Ceremony. Used for centuries, was first academically described by a Harvard ethnobotanist, Richard Evans Schultes, whilst researching tribes divinatory medicines. Mixing the vines of visions (an MAOI containing vine), and Psychotria Viridis (DMT Containing Species of Psychotria), one is able to see deep into the psyche and communicate spiritually and free. My most recent attempts at brewing have proven to be failures, but today I'm really hoping to have got the right dose for it all. Approx 3hrs ago I consumed 1/4 a cup of Concentrated Visionary Vine Tea, and 1/2 Cup of Psychotria Viridis + Mimosa Hostilis Bark Powder Concentrate Tea. This produced light, hardly noticeable visuals and I nice body load; however I'm searching for much more, and thus the dose must increase. Approximately 15 minutes ago, I consumed 5g of Syrian Rue seeds (which were powdered via Coffee Grinder and then swallowed). In a few minutes I plan on drinking more of the brew, however, in the creation of it I added just a tad too much vinegar, thus making my entire batch quite a bit to get down. Regardless, I believe the souls of the vines and leaves have migrated to tea's mysterious aqueous contents.

Yesterday I received a 100mg sample of Allylescaline from my trusted chemical vendor. I wasn't as interested in this experience as when I first heard about it, as I've really migrated to natural ways of finding our spiritual answers, for their knowledge is far wider than that of a newly born chemical. I took 12mg orally and the first thing I noticed was a slight sweetness, as opposed to most other phenethylamines. I felt a mescaline like body load, but it lacked visuals and left me with a mighty, mighty crash. I plan on a more organized experience with this chemical, but as of now, I've set Allylescaline in my drawer for another day.

The day before that, I received a 100g purchase of San Pedro Cactus Powder. For all those who don't know, San Pedro is a Visionary Cactus and bares Mescaline as it's active alkaloid. I divided 26g into 24 different '0' capsules that I normally use for my Kratom, and drank 15g = 41g of consumed cactus product. The trip was something amazing, laughing and giggling with my friends playing games on the Xbox. Visuals were beautiful with heightened senses of colors, depth, every sense for that matter, was drastically increased. It was a beautiful San Pedro experience resulting in a drowsy, yet fulfilling sleep.

So, before I go off and consume more brew, I just wanted to say I'm finally getting myself back on a schedule in which I am able to write of my spiritual, ritualistic, and all around psychedelic experiences AND manage my new shop @ www.hypnoticbotanicals.com - Great Prices, Organic Herbs. For now, I'ma sign off and get to drinking my brew. If all goes well, expect an Ayahuasca experince report by tomorrow night.

Peace and Happyness to you all

- Hypnotic

Monday, April 30, 2012

HypnoticBotanicals, Moving, and Slowing of Schedules

Hey, how's it going? I just wanted to let everyone know that it's very likely that I won't be posting anymore updates as of May 1st, 2012. The reason for this being that I've just recently bought a new house, and I'm moving myself, as well as my business, to my new location. I really snagged this house for quite a deal at $25,000, paid in full. No fucking mortgage! Being the absolutely below market value price for Upstate New York, there's quite a bit of face lifting to be done, to really make the house my own, but it really can be achieved, and I am quite excited.

Basically, all I need to do is add-on a new furnace, some paint, new cabinets, a new toilet, and all around T.L.C. 2 Bedroom, 1 & 1/2 Bath, Very Nice Kitchen, with a refinished basement, and new electricity due to old flooding issues (which were minor, and yes it still does make me a tad nervous).

I plan on really kicking-off my new website, hypnoticbotanicals.com, as soon as I am comfortable. There's a lot of work to be done but it's coming a long nicely, so, fingers crossed that all goes as planned! Also, I have tucked away a few in-depth reports on, 2C-I, 2C-P, DiPT, DPT, Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds, Syrian Rue (at Psychoactive and MAO levels). Stay around.

Keep ya updated, peace

- Hypnotic

Sunday, April 22, 2012

2C-P, 2C-I, 2C-E

I don't really have the time right now to write a full review on any of these substances, I just wanted to summarize them, sorta.

2C-P


I received 500mg of 2C-P, and instantly weighed out 15mgs. Half the dose was taken Intranasally, while the other half was taken orally. First thing I noticed once intranasaly dose was taken, was the immediate horrible, horrible burn that seemed to last forever, but was only 10-15mn (of agony). First effects were noticed pretty quickly, anxiety turned in visulizations and Euphoria. Was really happy, will go more indepth another time

2C-I


I'm excited to report on the phenethyamine known as 2C-I! I made my order just today so in like 3-5 days I should receive it. Sounds great

2C-E


This is another phenethylamine I was highly interested in covering, I recently ordered 100mg and it should be arriving in 3-5 Days. I'll let you all know more about each chemical as time progresses

- Hypnotic

HypnotiicBotanicals.com

Hey, what's up everyone? I just wanted to lett all my viewers know about my personally owned web business @ HypnoticBotanicals.com
Basically, I just wanted to tell everyone the new stock I just picked up. BTW, this website is what has been keeping me from writing my 2C-P review, but just wait it'll be worth it. Without firther ado I give to you, recently order stock for Hypnotic Botanicals.

Entheogens -

  • Kratom (Premium Kratom, Green Thai Kratom, Maeng Da Kratom, 15x Extract Kratom)
  • Amanita Muscaria Red Cap Washington
  • Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds
  • Dream Herb
  • B. Caapi Vine
Plant Food -

  • R4ve
  • Cok-n
  • Space Trip
  • Big Daddy
  • Sexual
Bath Salts -

Waiting for delivery

Collectible Herbal Incense -

Waiting for delivery

Research Chemicals -


  • Dextromethorphan
  • 2C-P
  • 2C-I
  • 2C-E (Yes I bought them in order to spell, 'pie'