To put it succinctly, I ate one of those babies last night, I was damned impressed. In retrospect, I'm actually glad I didn't have a chance to check these out on PR before popping it. Looks like there's some good old fashioned dissent regarding the dose strength and that pesky little clean/not clean issue. Honestly, I may very well have ended up psyching myself down from an excellent roll to a more mundane one. I'm thinking there's gotta be different batches going around or something, my gut instinct protests against me believing these were anything but strong and clean. I'll go ahead and throw out what I can to shed some light, hopefully you don't mind reading a few paragraphs of consumption reporting
Some background... last weekend we found ourselves blessed with the purple aliens going around the metroplex. They sounded worth a shot, potentially even really good. But, I'll be damned if them fuckers weren't tweak'd to hell and back. One of my roll buddies (a fervent defender of tab supremacy who snorted the only molly cap he's even been fortunate enough to acquire) even admitted they probably had a "little" speed in them, which he virtually NEVER accepts to be true. If a "little" speed accounts for a dozen people across the board absolutely buzzing balls at the half hour mark, then I guess there was just a little. I (stupidly) forgot to chew gum after double dropping, and ended up uncontrollably mauling the inside of my mouth. Our faces ended the night pale and fugly as could be. Sleep seemed like an elusive fantasy. Another quote of awesome... "I haven't rolled that hard in a while, those are good." That coming from a friend whom I love to freaking death, but for someone who double dosed some bomb ass molly a month and a half ago... well let's just say, I've long since learned to take psychoactive substance commentary from my friends with a big ass block of salt.
Flash forward a week to last night. There were still some aliens left, but like hell was I going to take another one of those. I fucking hate mind-fried twitchy comedowns, it takes so little to utterly ruin an mdma experience. Thankfully we ended up also getting some of the green pumas too; I only had the spare bank to go for one pill last night, and gave the kitty tab a shot. Chewed it, wretched bitterness ensued. Your picture looks right as rain to what I popped, unless I'm somehow horribly mistaken in recollection. Right off the bat, my friend told me the tabs had a long come up. Sure enough, that first hourish passed nice, calm and quietly, I was even a patient little boy and resisted checking my phone for time updates. When I finally felt the roll start gaining some good momentum, I went to go knock out a pre-peak piss. So I'm standing there watering with my willie, and of course, leave it to the close confines of a god damned bathroom to amplify your sensory distortions. I took that as a good sign to check the time, T +1:20 spot on.
The next half hour finished the journey to serious rollsville, with nothing but smooth sailing after that. The peak ebbed and flowed like it should, the jaw tension wasn't outrageous, there was the beautiful (but not overwhelming) e-vision. I dropped one on a full stomach... awesome night. One of my friends dropped also dropped one, in halves, an hour apart... awesome night. His lady friend dropped one... awesome night. Another fine lad (who was only experiencing like, his fourth roll night TOTAL) dropped one at the same time as me, and a second an hour and a half later... dude, he was fucked. I've seen the three of them bouncing from the walls to the ceiling and back during previous roll nights. Not this time though, no siree. For us, the entire night was calm, lucid and relaxed, they were legitimately surprised at the stimulant void. Contrastingly, for the half a dozen other folks who just took the damned aliens again... their brains were frying so hard it wasn't even funny. By course of natural action, for the last hour and a half, we were a party divided by the pills we popped, no joke. Us puma eaters spent our afterglow basking on an air mattress, enjoying the grooves of some fun and funky minimal/tech house and ambient psy. The alien eaters stayed downstairs and kept mixing a blaring assortment of electro house/breakbeat/dubstep. We were more than happy to find refuge from the ridiculous perpetuation of loud... take of that what you will.
So there you go, I think I covered pretty much everything that struck me as relevant to the party that is puma. If there is an amp cut, it didn't tingle my usually vigilant adulteration sense. Of course, we all have our off days, but imo those are a reliable two thumbs up. I'm hesitant to rely on single dropping to satisfy a weekend party night, but that certainly did the trick. I imagine two would be damned intense, and redosing a third would hit the spot if you're still feeling frisky for more.
