I've been interested in spices for months now, mostly just researching them in my free time because I find them to be interesting. A few of my friends told me about their experiences with it months previous, which is what initially got me to researching it in the first place. About a day ago, a somewhat good friend of mine invited me over along with another friend to try the spice for myself. I was pretty optimistic and excited to try it, having read so much about it.
When we got there, we talked for a little bit and just shot the breeze. After a little while, my friend brought out the spice and packed it (around 20 mg, slightly more maybe) into an oil burner pipe which had been bought by my other friend on the way there. I was the first to hit the pipe. I got 4-5 really good hits. I was expecting something to hit me like a train and knock me on my ass. A slight buzz feeling. An unpleasant taste in my mouth. I layed on the couch, waiting. I closed my eyes. I didn't see or feel anything. I opened my eyes and felt completely normal, save for aforementioned slight buzz. I was a bit surprised, probably more disappointed than anything. I also felt a bit silly getting so prepared for it too. I passed the pipe to my two other friends, who both proceeded to have trips. Neither broke through, but both of them got to the stage of visual hallucinations and entering an altered state. They both hit it the same way I had, so I asked my friend if I could try hitting it again and see if I could feel anything. He told me I probably should just relax and try it a different time, which in retrospect, was good advice. Afterwards we smoked a few bowls of bud and hookah and I went home, quite disappointed.
I don't really know why I didn't feel anything. It may have had something to do with setting, but I felt very comfortable and safe around these two friends. I didn't feel anxious beforehand. It could have been the method of vaporization itself, so in the future if I get a chance I'll try and use a machine. Any advice for what I could do next time would be greatly appreciated, assuming there will be a next time (believe me friends - there will be a next time)
By the way this whole story is fictitious and was told to me by my best friend, an imaginary pink elephant who is actually composed of a bunch of smaller red elephants, who are actually composed of ron paul on a unicycle juggling a chainsaw, a baby bengal tiger, and the American constitution.