Benzoyl chloride and TETA. The TETA is incidental, its only there to suck HCl.
NZ homebake isn't done that way as I understand it. Its a pyridine demethylation of codeine. Works alright, but yields aren't going to exceed 30something percent if your not sloppy. Far better is using a mercaptan to form a mercaptide and dealkylation with that, I'll dig the ref up if you want tryptamite, the yields are staggering, read of upwards of 90%
In the case of starting with morphine itself though...chance of fucking up using the anhydride route? christ fucking wept bile-saturated faeces from his EARS!, I would just DIE of embarrassment! I could never, ever, ever let that get past the lab door, and if I had a lab partner, I'd have to kill them if they saw it happen or got wind of the slightest, merest, most ghostly, spectral and insubstantial wisp of my so doing!. Hell I'd probably have to shoot myself for good measure (albeit with morphine rather than the gauss, mind you
) Uneducated indian peasantry can be taught to brew up skag, albeit of piss poor quality (in my estimation), I've even heard of a very primitive method of doing it practiced by a few addicts in some article or other once, where the smackheads were simply dropping morphine, no idea if it was even extracted from pill matrices, into a spoon, dropping in some AA, and setting it on fire with a lighter! Apparently it resulted in some actual product. Good fucking god almighty, stripped naked, tied to a tree and pissed all over by dogs, with a banger up his bottom. Thats right up there with the ballsack birch almost, in terms of being both shocking and revolting. I'd never resort to such as that, I really would be ashamed of myself if I ever sank so far as to be so sloppy and to boot, so wasteful of acetic anhydride, although its not very expensive from suppliers that are willing to, lol...err..well..supply it. I don't actually HAVE any, but thats only because I haven't needed any recently, since my last liter got used up (none of it, even hypothetically, actually went into acetylating morphine or any other opiate/opioids, didn't have any point to do it. And if I DID, practically or hypothetically, wish to acylate morphine I wouldn't bother making H, because quite frankly, it is an utterly inferior drug, I like prope dope (to coin a new term for the 3,6-propionyl diester, 'prope dope' it is, and prope dope it will be forevermore, rolls off the tongue nicely, no?...although it rolls into one's circulatory system via venous access a lot more nicely
Easier for most people anyway, who seem a lot of the time, for some reason, to need some kind of slang term. I've met H users that didn't KNOW what '3,6-diacetylmorphine' or 'acylation'/acyl moiety' meant for fucks sake, 'prope dope' sounds good, makes sense, and should satisfy people's hunger for the vernacular, and allow such users to speak of it without pointing to wikipedia
) And of course, its ''prope-r' top notch shit
At least, as long as its prope-rly made. But if your going to try a morphine-family opioid, and its not an acylated papavaretum, prope dope is the one IMO. Don't fancy butyrylmorphine due to the nastyass odour of butyric acid. Never smelled, or even owned any butyric anhydride or butyryl halides, never used any of anyone else's either, absolutely no contact with it whatsoever. But the various isomeric amyl anhydrides/halides, I wouldn't mind trying the resultant 6-mono and 3,6-diesters of the different pentanoyl isomers. And I've never tried 3,6-diisopropionylmorphine though.
I also wish to try, as far as benzoylated esters go, 6-benzoylmorphine, 6-benzoyl-3-propionyl and 6-propionyl-3-benzoyl and dibenzoylmorphines. Plus, I figure a mixture of randomized positionally isomeric benzoylated and propionylated, and benzoylpropionylated morphine acyl esters that would result from simultaneous acylation of both hydroxyls with mixed acyl halides in an equimolar ratio, cleaned up as per the typical methods applied to that end, to see how the mixture compares to isolated products or combinations of two or more products.
As for AA acylation of M, then whilst anhydrides are easier, prefer to envision acyl halides. Its faster. Yes, you must separate the base, whatever one chooses. Wouldn't mind thinking about it with NH3 in dimethyl ether (MeOMe has a very very low boiling point, -24 'C, being able to just turn off a cryostat, or remove a flask from a freezing mixture like ether/acetone/salted ice, or dry ice, and allow the entirety of the solvent (after addition of a little low boiling solvent other than an ether, like dichlor, or perhaps carbon disulfide, because one shouldn't allow ethers to boil to dryness in the pot, because it concentrates peroxides/hydroperoxides if present or if formed during the reaction [would probably blanket it in argon to avoid it, although an acyl halide rxn is very quick proceeding to completion and MeOMe wouldn't hang about long in any case, so perhaps, if treated for peroxides immediately before use, under inert atmosphere and distilled directly into the argon filled rxn vessel. Only thing is I don't know how bad it is for peroxidation compared to diethyl ether, THF and DIPE (ethers of secondary alcohols with the secondary carbon on the carbon attached to the oxygen, like DIPE are particularly bad, its recommended to test diisopropyl ether for peroxidation every 3 months compared to yearly for EtOEt) And THF peroxidizes quickly too although I'm not sure of the number crunching for that one, typically I only buy what THF I'm going to use within a couple of reactions, and if I'm using DIPE, only enough to perform *A* reaction, or/and some left for a few 'manhattan projects' as I've named my custom 'care+' brand codeine linctus/vodka/cheap tesco own brand cheapass lime fizzy pop [specifically that one, deliberately, not because of pricing] with a floated shot of diethyl ether/DIPE or both like a jagerbomb, but I really don't like keeping diisopropyl ether in the house, for obvious reasons. Never had a problem with any kind of ether becoming peroxidized though, indeed I'm probably overzealous and cautious in that respect. I don't need it to happen to me, for that. All I needed was to read the account of someone, and see some pics of other incidents, the account, being a fridge containing some ether or other, EtOEt or THF, I think, most likely THF but I'm going from memory. Fridge. Peroxide. No fridge. Fridge-shaped hole in what was left of the ceiling, what used to be a fridge, scattered around the remains of ground zero. If I remember right, the windows were blown out too. Place looked like a bomb had gone off in the lab. Which it pretty much had, a bomb in the shape of a crusty old bottle of ether in that fridge.
Not a pretty sight in the slightest, the place was in fucking ruins. Which is bad enough in a commercial lab, but personally, I would be absolutely devastated, that would be way beyond heartbreaking, gutwrenching agony. I don't even have the words to describe how much that would rip me up inside, I really don't. And I speak two languages, with a decent latin vocabulary as a side dish, so to speak, although not very good with the tenses. And picked up parts of 5-6 others, to a lesser or a greater extent. I still don't have the words to describe what damage like that would do. I don't have the sign language words to speak of it either, other than simply cursing and blaspheming the air not just blue, but vitriolic enough to protonate the paint right off the fucking walls down to the bare, bricks, probably left, if surviving intact, with a sizzling coating of brick-glass.
But reverse schadenfreude aside, really, and sarcastic wording aside, it really would be beyond devastating. I already lost my lab once, due to fucking filth raiding the place. And not just a few test tubes, flasks, and maybe a buchner and water aspirator either. Had to replace everything, including ALL my kit, and every last reagent I had. The plat cat and Pd/C alone nearly broke me when I had to replace it, considering the financial aspect and nothing BUT that aspect, to say nothing of having to prepare fresh catalysts, not to mention the other precious metal compounds, metal powders/wire/electrodes of all manner of flavors. I can't afford to replace thousands of pounds worth of chemicals and several times that in just equipment ONCE, let alone twice due to blasting the entire lot to hades and Hades. I STILL haven't recovered to my former glory. And there isn't one, not even one day gone by in nearly a decade, that its not stung and burnt like a face full of NaOH (I'd know, unfortunately, and its every bit as unpleasant as you'd expect, more so when one needs to clean the GBL/GHB/NaOH off the walls, ceiling, and every other kitchen fitting on your release from school break for a weekend to come back home and see your family, and vent the smell of THF from the kitchen after using the kitchen tap to irrigate your eye and clean your face of caustic, lactone, G and solvents, all nice and toasty boiling hot, AND then extract the half done job from a load of sloppy bog and kitchen roll mush, stick it all back where it came from and get it done, all in a few hours, racing against the clock before your mother and father wake up, find out and boil you alive in molten tar before covering your still-twitching, skinless, almost-carcass in feathers and dropping it off the most expedient long fucking drop onto sharp rocks
)
Although there have been setbacks, none like that though, thankfully at least, I've got back until I can stand on my own two feet, metaphorically speaking. But I've been left with PTSD. Self-guided psychedelic therapy (using them as a catalyst, AMT in particular, with a small amount of MXE with it, at first, until I no longer needed the help to be able to set myself cognitively aside from the events and help come to terms with things. Its not been perfect and theres work to be done. But it HAS helped, christ, has it ever, let me adjust. I don't wake up screaming anymore at night, and the nightmares and flashbacks are less than they were, especially the nightmares. Used to get the most awful nightmares of the lab being trashed, only slowly, piece, by piece, by piece by piece, saw things like being tied to the lab door whilst hammers, bats, metal bars etc were being taken to my stuff, all piled up in front of me slowly, and pieces being taken out, lined up in front of me, and being made to stamp on my own equipment, whilst solvents were torched, thrown out of windows, poured down the drain, catalysts taken and thrown , all the things I'd put the greatest efforts into creating and sometimes designing often as not, in those cunt cursed crowbegotten bastard fucking dreams, saved until last.
Even now, I still sometimes wake up with a start, shaking all over. And its neither because of a drug taken, or because of a drug that should have been and was not, taken. Fucking glad that I get chlormethiazole on rx to save me the trouble of always, always having some to hand by means of having to make it. Not difficult to do, but if I had to make sure of a constant supply of thiamine, and constantly spend on thionyl chloride or bromide, or on C-tet (not that easy to find even for me, not sure if my favourite supplier carries it, probably, so its likely less problematic now, as its been a fair while since I've ever needed CCl4, and I've never used CBr4, so I've no idea if I can find that or not. But it really is viewed as the devil incarnate, WORSE, seemingly, than mercury and its compounds. And being much less of general use, for the most part replaceable with dichlor or chloroform that was enough to sound the death knell in general. Isn't it the case that even in 'professional' [I.e with some sort of affiliation to a uni, or actual business lab] labs, its hated on so intensely that its outright banned for any use but those which cannot by any means substitute it, reserved for use
The stench problem (with the mercaptide/thiolate route that is), is best countered by the use of a thiol that is so big and bulky that its rendered nonvolatile, dodecanethiol was the one in the paper IIRC, and its just too heavy to be volatile. Wouldn't fancy snorting a line though
Do NOT try it with say, propanethiol, butanethiol, pentanethiols etc. because they really, really really do reek something hideous. NOT something I ever, EVER wish to work with again. Really, don't, the lower ones just are not suitable for use outside a glovebox if you want to try, but be warned, a single drop of any of the liquid lower weight aliphatic alkanethiols would render your home uninhabitable for as long as it takes to dissipate the eau de Styx. Get it on you, and it will follow you harder than a lawyer with a writ. Think skunk spray, refined down to a weapons-grade product.
The methadone clinics would go on medical records..scratch that then. Damn. No way to get the stuff then. My own doc, no. And not so desperate as to try and get him to switch me onto it as a sole pain med. Although it is attractive for certain reasons, if I could have gone on methadone from day one, when switching from codeine/DHC (Not as a maint. med, actually as the primary analgesic, because I can't actually get off the painkillers at all, because the underlying cause of the pain, isn't going to be going away. Not short of removing the leg, which would doubtless be a lot more unpleasant and is in no way whatsoever justifiable or desired.) Primarily I like it also due to its dual MOR agonism/NMDA antagonism, because I've got nerve damage courtesy of knee surgery. And I've always felt a lot more psychologically/mentally stable whilst on an NMDA antagonist. I really don't feel right unless I have some sort of NMDA antagonist, at a low dose. I'm actually capable of USING my intellect well then, rather than being stuck with the disabling cognitive fog I get otherwise. I'd love memantine on rx, but have been totally stonewalled. Have tried it and it was brilliant, but otherwise I've been stuck with the likes of MXE, PCP analogs or diphenidine at low doses. Diphenidine being the best of them by far. Getting desperate enough now, to consider a total synthesis of memantine, or even going to the effort of running a grignard and making some PCP. As otherwise I barely feel like I'm hanging on to sanity, its getting that fucking bad.
I was more thinking, in terms of methadone clinics, dropping the use myself once 'on' it, and working out the whole piss test thing myself.
With regards to developing an 'addiction', too late for that mate, too fucking late for that! Was first on codeine for years and years, then switched first to DHC, then tried time-released DHC because the short duration of action caused too many peaks and troughs in plasma levels, whilst the peaks are just fine with me
the troughs were not, and DHC withdrawal if your taking a substantial dose is actually rougher than you might expect going solely from the potency as a function of drug weight per dose times by total dose and modified for bodyweight (I don't weigh much at all, 9 stone 9 to 10st, which has been static and very little susceptible to attempts to alter it one way or the other, by any means. Although that does at least mean I get to consume as many cream cakes, steaks, as much candy as well as (and this is critically, vitally important, at least to me, if I couldn't, or had to watch my intake, I'd hate life, or at least, not like it very much in many respects) as many big basketfuls of juicy, delicious wild mushrooms, fried in lovely salty, fat-laden, greasy butter as I like. (such as my absolute favorites, giant puffball fritters, deep-fried in batter, using butter rather than oil for flavor, slices of juicy sulfur polypore, dipped in eggy bread slush and fried in batter, covered in whipped salted buttery egg, then fried in batter again. Fried morels stuffed with minced beef or lamb , spiced with a blend of black pepper, schzechuan [cant spell it...pronounced 'sesh-wan' pepper, dried sumac berries [pink 'pepper'], fly agaric, and shredded up peppery boletus [Chalciporus piperatus]. A mixture not dissimilar to that which I like on my steaks, although for stuffed meaty morels I use a much coarser grind/some ingredients shredded rather than whacking everything in my spice grinder and reducing it to a dust that can be sprinkled over the top for steak, and after mixing with the cooked minced meat, stuff the lot up the arse end of the morels, straight up the hollow in the stalk, and push it deeply into the pits which contain the asci too, the honeycomb-looking part that is; and in season I love fried boletes, and blusher (Amanita rubescens, although these are poisonous raw, haemolytic toxin called rubescenslysin is the guilty substance, although it also contains a phallotoxin, similar to A.phalloides, the deathcap, which is thermostable, but this is not problematic, for unlike the similar amatoxins and (I THINK), alike to the virotoxins found in the A.virosa/destroying angel clade within the phalloidea subsection of Amanita, whilst lethal enough [more toxic than cyanides] if it gets into the bloodstream, phallotoxins aren't absorbed via the oral route, so after a boil, a water change, another boil, another water change and a parboiling they can then be cooked and added to a meal, and retain quite a good degree of firmness rather than just getting all flabby and water saturated and repulsive. So despite their having a poison shared in common with the fungi most commonly cited, although quite erroneously, as the worlds deadliest, and needing to be treated to destabilize a poison that would otherwise start popping your erythrocytes like a clay pigeon shoot and cause haemolytic anaemia and possibly kidney failure from the breakdown products, they are actually pretty popular, especially as blushers like to appear early, and fruit for a good time before a lot of other tasty mushrooms fruit.
And of course, the likes of chanterelles, hedgehog fungi, various boletes [larch Suillus and slippery jack, S.luteus, fried in garlic butter, then sprinkled with just a hint of salt, and hosed down with a nice squirt of lime juice are absolutely wonderful, at least in my opinion, once the slime on the cap is peeled off, I actually rate the slippery jack even higher than I do cep [Boletus edulis, aka porcini if your getting ripped off in a restaurant at a stupid price for a few wee slices, also called the penny bun, and rated as one of THE finest of all mushrooms, anywhere, anyhow]. The slippery jack and larch Suillus, both quite similar although the former is a lot larger and chunkier in stature, the latter has a far more gracile, slender build, but is, in my estimation at least, very very tasty, if not equal to slippery jack]
Surprising my weight stays completely unchanged, because I don't have much money, most of it goes towards more lab glass and reagents, but what I do have for food, well a lot of it is cheap, and as such not exactly the healthiest in the world. But I can REALLY pack away the wild mushrooms, I've been known for ex. to munch a pound of Russula cyanoxantha, fried then covered in mozzarella, sprinkled with pepper, worcestershire sauce and then toasted under the grill until the cheese goes all gooey, all munched down as one big plateful. Luuurvely
As far as my pain meds have gone, it started with codeine, then DHC IR, followed by switch to XR after a year or two due to the infernal way DHC had of inflicting repeated withdrawal every day, several times a day, even taking the drug as prescribed, and it kept waking me up, I could never, ever get a proper full 15 hours sleep because after just a few hours the fucking withdrawal would start while I was asleep, and I'd wake, sweating bullets, tachycardic and generally feeling miserable. None of those proved sufficient in terms of being able to provide enough analgesia to remove my pain. Tramadol was offered, but I declined and had my doc put me on OC80s because I don't like the NRI effects of tramadol, I'd probably use it if its the only option to prevent acute opioid withdrawal but otherwise I can't stand the shit. And its serotonergic effects as well, had to explain to the doc that it would preclude my using MAOIs, for if I want to combine betacarboline alkaloids with DMT and some other tryptamines when I take yage'. Although I did have to explain what yage' actually IS, and the mechanism behind the DMT/5-MeO-DMT and beta-carboline RIMAs, as initially, and unsurprisingly the reaction from doctors to non-rx use of an MAOI is 'eeeyyyy what the fuck now?' and a doubletake haha. As I understand it, even the RIMAs are somewhat if not last resort, they are the next thing to last resort antidepressants, with the irreversible older ones being the last resort, short only of ECT [*shudders at the very thought of something so barbarous and primitive*]
Your poppies......the remark 'they better not have grown into flowers'....surely you mean 'better HAVE grown........' ? Because what produces most of the goods is the pods, these develop from the flower structure, the petals fall off when the pods begin to first form, with a little wee baby pod in the center of the flower often being visible. They then of course grow to size.
I like to go out seeding random wasteground, you want a bit of space, some say a foot, but I've still had success with less, 6-7 inches, but you do need some room between the plants for them to stretch their legs so to speak, put out leaves and get an adequate nutrient supply [fertilizer is a good idea, and when the pods start to form, cut their water allowance back to a minimum, it results in more alkaloid yield, or possibly, just concentrates it by dehydration, I have never actually looked into HOW it improves yield, I merely know that its an accepted practice which does indeed make for stronger shit coming out at the end.
As for possible losses to poaching (fucking bastards. If I caught somebody scrumping, chances are I'd take a gauss pistol to their family jewels, bell end first, then nacker by nacker, before popping another round in the spine, going through the front for a gut-shot, and drag the poaching wanker off to make sure that their now paraplegic arse isn't within reach of pain relief, and just leave them there after making sure to pull any rounds out of the body, other than the fragmenting ones, or an incendiary round of course [nothing terribly sophisticated, just a mixture of white phos and whatever fine metal powder is available, stuffed in a hole drilled in the back of the round, which are otherwise simple as hell solid slug caseless ammunition, a sharpened pointy magnetic metal slug with the back drilled out to leave a suitable hole for stuffing the incendiary charge and a thin film of plastic deposited in solvent solution to protect the WP. [thermite rounds would be a lovely improvement, but I've not figured out any potential way of making one that would stand a chance, given how insensitive the stuff is, and the way you need some magnesium ribbon, strip of thin lithium, or fuel/oxidant mixture capable of burning for a while and hot enough to let thermite off, as it is, the basic idea is similar to the 'raufoss' type multipurpose combination HE/AP/incendiary high velocity round, although handheld gauss weapons of pistol size sure as shit can't match the power of a Barett .50 cal rifle, which is the kind of thing used to fire those raufoss rounds [they are, iirc, an armor-piercing tungsten slug inside a hollow round, with an explosive charge that goes off on impact, and a bunch of zirconium dust to act as a high-temperature incendiary agent, can't remember if they include an oxidizer with it ], so same principle, only far lower velocity than a massive fuckoff great big cannon shell of a round like the .50 BMG. Not, mind you that I ever expected pistol rounds to match that sort of thing, even for an unconventional weapon like that. If you COULD get even close with a gauss pistol then the cap bank would be so damned heavy it would be difficult to lift with two hands, one on the handle and one to support the marx generator itself so the caps didn't try tearing themselves free of the brazing connecting the bus bars due to the sheer weight you'd have to use. (yet another fucking prized possession fucking ruined and needing re-building, that I right now, can't afford at all, I can't afford the caps. When I can, buying a few at a time, saving up for ones with a sufficient capacitance and voltage rating, and low as findable ESR, might go for something a bit different. Been contemplating trying to build a PIKL, with a fuel cell power system, that is, if fuel cells can be compact enough and importantly, provide power fast enough to recharge one sufficiently for at least semi-auto fire rather than single shots and hefty recharge time, perhaps a multi-cell power pack to charge several separate marx generators and have the trigger circuit cycle between them in order to allow each individual one to recharge before firing the next beam pair and pulse, a rifle or carbine frame rather than pistol size would be the order of the day methinks. (don't blame me...this topic got way off topic way before I got my hands (back) on it.
And I start thinking WAY too much when it gets late and I come awake. Y'know, how when you first wake up, and you cease to be in the post/pre-sleep hypnogogic state, the mind starts to rev up and starts fizzing and sparking? well I start letting my mind wandering and it gets ideas, ideas like that. Thats not a new one, but oh boy, its pretty typical of the sorts of things the 'leetle grey cells' start cranking on. DIY pulse rifle? Thats one of the tamer ones, by FAR
Soon as I can afford the cap banks, first priority being the work on restoring my beloved pride and joy to its rightful state, I am not the best at electronics by any estimation, but I like a challenge. And the mechanics of a PIKL don't seem incredibly complex, other than the timing and charging, and high voltage switching [got that worked out, at least I think so. Laser-triggered primary sparkgap for each marx generator, in an inert gas like sulfur hexafluoride, or if I can't find or make it, argon or some other noble gas to prevent the electrodes getting 'nice' and toasty.] Can't afford just to replace the lab kit that I have not already bought back, but several pieces at a time is fine enough. Lol, I'm not QUITE at the stage where I'm huddled away in a subterranean grotto, stroking my Kipp gas generator and muttering things ending in 'mmmyyyyyy----precioussssssssssssssss' and a hideous sound in my throat halfway between a glottal stop and gargling with house decorator's paint, with melodious hints of chewing on broken glass...but possibly not all that far off. Still got all my hair, my head is normal sized, and I cannot even bear the thought of sushi, let alone grab a raw, wriggling juiicccy fishhyy...erri meanew. No, seriously. EW. I won't even eat rare meat. And I've not yet murdered my brother for labware. I don't even have, and have never had a sibling, so thats unlikely, even if I had turned into gollum 2.0
Tryptamite-what is elektoshirka? is it another term for krokodil? I haven't come across the term before. And the term 'BHNT', abbreviations in russian slang are beyond me, I could ask a polish person I know of, but would far sooner not do, for she is my go-to girl, so to speak, for reagents, when I want something difficult to produce myself, and even harder to buy, and which just don't turn up on ebay/or would get snapped up instantly by like minded science-fiends (and anybody wanting to cook drugs too probably, if they are capable of more sophistication than cooking GHB from y-butyrolactone, methcathinone, heroin from morphine using an anhydride rather than an acyl halide, synthing chlormethiazole using thionyl chloride rather than an Appel-a-day-to-keep-the-doctor-away
Not that I've ever heard of anyone else using the triphenylphosphine way mind you; or an eph/pfed LWR or birch-benkeser [I'm not aiming that as a barb thrown at meth cooks as a demographic, no insult intended, I try to avoid being guilty of hypocrisy too for that matter. But SOME such cooks really truly are the lowest of the low, and capable of no more sophistication in organic chemistry than having a piss in a river and preparing a solution of urea and uric acid. And some of the DEAnusfelcher busts in microgram of some of the most egregious, aberrant abominations don't even do justice to cookbook gutter-chemistry, like the fuckin' prize pillock that got caught with a birch-b in mid reaction, whilst driving down a motorway. And get this. He hid his would-be meth cook. Where did he hide it? down his christforsaken kecks, every now and then taking his hands off the wheel to 'burp' the bottle full of lithium, pseudo and anhydrous ammonia, I.e taking off the cap of the plastic pop bottle he had it all in, to vent the pressure buildup as his annie boiled off and turned from liquid to gas. Presumably to prevent both losing the pfed, and stopping the plastic pop bottle full of annie from exploding between his legs and turning gonads into stop-nads, in the form of a bubbling, smoking, liquefied blob of scrotum slush puppy.
Now those 'cooks' I do indeed look down on, and IMO not unfairly, they deserve contempt for actions like that, even if it wasn't org.chem being attempted, anyone who is willing to stash a fragile, thin-walled plastic bottle, and probably PET plastic (being an ester, susceptible to bases, which can hydrolyze the ester bond and weaken the plastic or destroy it.) One weak spot in a pressure vessel means thats the place its almost certain to blow out from if it does undergo structural failure. Full of cryogenic liquid gas, of a nature which is both choking and a bit toxic to boot (not that ammonia is really highly toxic as such, just choking, dangerous via physical destruction of tissue, and in the form of liquid NH3, is corrosive as hell to flesh, Annie is a girl you don't want a hand-job from, and even less an traumatic testicular temper tantrum of an explosive nature.
The bottle fragments wouldn't be very nice either. In my younger days, before I got into double digits of years lived, I buggered about a bit with....improvements..on the old chestnut of putting mentoes in a bottle of pop, did it out in an open field with nobody and nothing about to hurt or damage, bar of course myself if I'd had an accident. What I did, was similar in effect, but different gas and corrosive source, and slower too. Caustic potash solution, or if I had none then I improvised a few times with NaOH, small coke bottle, as they have thicker walls and seemed to give a louder bang and bigger mess at ground zero, with a solid chunk of aluminium dropped in, followed by capping, a quick and hurried shake as the bottles were then thrown, sort of a preteen kiddie version of the WW II era german 'potato masher' style hand grenade, the kind with a long handle that contained the part, that had to be taken out, fuse attached, screwed on, activated and thrown. That was the idea anyway when I was out playing, I wanted something to mimic german grenades as well as the conventional rounded style, for which conventional pyrotechnics were the order of the day (I hold my hands up, I really did have, while not a MIS-spent youth, certainly a pretty madcap and to any adults had they known, absolutely hair-raising one. Although hurting people or animals was NEVER my aim, and effort was always taken to be as safe as a kid running around with corrosive and explosive grenades, rocket launchers, mortars, phossy shells, shaped charges and thermite, along with a variety of tear 'gases' and smokes to provide non-lethal simulants for playing at chemical warfare (like green smoke and some chloroacetone or acrolein to be my 'chlorine',which mind you I could produce and used often enough in the lab, but of course, was not going to start hammering the 'enemy' trenches with something that would actually in reality, rather than in children's play-make, do lasting hurt of any kind to the 'germans' or 'allied powers' after we'd decided to call a ceasefire and suspend hostilities so we could all go home and eat, clean ourselves down of dirt, muck, smoke remains and presumably any hints of teargas or OC [charges of phlegmatized chlorate/sucrose, sometimes dampened slightly with a fine mist from a pump spray bottle etc. to slow it further, and then mixed with hot dried chilli pepper, and packed in a toilet roll core, filled round the edges with more chilli, wrapped in tape, given a fuse, and if practical at the time due to financial constraints, not having much of an income (I guess, if I'd been quite so cynical at the age we were engaging in such playful wargaming then I'd have made a sarcastic remark about the war and its economic impact upon supply lines
) covering them in polystyrene dissolved in acetone, if I could spare the tone, which I more often than not, couldn't, which meant no water-proofing for either side's riot grenades.
Yep...I was one manically nutty kid alright
Favourite memory of that time I think has to be either fucking about with white phosphorus for the first few times (this was reserved strictly for smoke around other participants, and strictly as a dominatrix crown court judge with a nail-studded cat'o'nine tails, never ever to be deployed anywhere where it could even possibly burn someone, only for smoke coverage, and even to the extent of no launchers, unless confirmation received that nobody at all was in the deployment area to BE hit-able, given how nasty the stuff is when it burns (been there got one, once, much older, and christ wept it did some damage, only tiny, burn hurt like a bugger its true, but it was small. The unpleasantness was from its toxicity and only showed up days later, in the form of near paralysis of the whole arm up to the elbow at least (forearm burnt, near the wrist), accompanied by SEVERE tremor and muscular weakness, I couldn't write, indeed I could barely pick up a pen, and if I managed could just about hold it in a fist if I used the other hand to wrap my fingers round it and push it closed, without dropping it most of the time.
So, for the most part, hand-thrown grenades only were allowable under what I guess was the pre-teen equivalent of the geneva convention, no launching willy pete from grenade launchers, no rocket explosive/IN loadouts and no raining it down in airbursts anywhere from mortars, other than to destroy uninhabited grass cover, because the 'enemy' of course, were always, in fact, friends. 'frenemies', so to speak ahahah
and even at that age, irrespective of taking pains to cause no pain other than that which was transient, and never to injure any worse than bruising and strained whatevers in the course of legging it around, throwing stones and such hi-jinx I knew full well that if the parents of the other kids played with ever, ever got wind of the kind of play we were engaging in sometimes, if not all of us, I'd certainly have gotten strung up by the balls and fed to ravenous hogs, IF the parents were feeling merciful enough to put mother theresa and christ himself to shame, and of course, probably grounded for life, and for sure, never allowed to play like that. And I liked my sparks, flames, billowing smoke plumes, clouds of lachrymators and things going ' WHUMP!!!' [the louder and more innard-shaking the report, the more satisfied I was] way too much to let that happen.
Or, my other favourite, coming a close second to the delightful P4, was a handheld, breach-loading grenade pistol. Single shot, but I used to, come 'conker' season, go blasting up at the horse chestnut trees, blasting conkers out of trees. It was a fair bit, but not super-dramatically, as I'd expected it might have been, more effective than a direct hit with a thrown heavy stick, sent winging up into the branches to try and knock the nuts down, but it would send down rains of them if you got in a good shot. I was unfortunately, limited to the size of the charges, and had little in the way at that age of WFNA, and couldn't get RFNA at all, so HEs were difficult, and I mainly relied on pyrotechnics and primaries, as one can, if one gets creatively inventive, work round a deficit of conc. nitric. But efforts to do so and for ex. make TNT, via in-situ nitration with fuming H2SO4 and a nitrate salt ended up with something at the time I couldn't identify, but what must, looking back on things, have been either oxidized to benzaldehyde, or possibly nitrobenzene or a methylated nitrobenzene from the tolly, or both, because the result, doing it in the cold, or at room temperature, was a yellow oil, that had such a strong smell of marzipan that it must have reached the nasal mucosa of the heavenly hosts themselves! Smelled quite delightful actually, but damn did it ever stink the room up, even on a small scale. Although I never knew what it was for sure, did some basic tests and I don't think it was benzaldehyde, at least, not all of it formed a solid oxime derivative. But I wasn't experienced enough a chemist at that age to do much better than that, other than ascertaining things like smell (not possible to avoid having done so though!) and that it was very flammable.
At the time, I knew enough about nitrobenzene only to know it is flammable, toxic, a nitrated derivative of..surprise surprise there..C6H6, and once read of somebody doing some kind of salt electrolysis in nitrobenzene; aiming for alkali metals or alkaline earth metals. Other than that, all I knew, was its name, and its formula.
The yellow color of the oily product makes me think it was a very impure nitrobenzene, or maybe either 2- or 4-mononitrotoluene, both those smell like almonds, quite probably a mixture of several of the suspected products, the cup full of tolly that I'd tried and failed to tri-nitrate was partly liquid and oily, and contained some crystalline product, which could have been the 4-nitro IMO.
Have I ever...imagined....playing around with my morphine? how do you think I got to envision dipropionylmorphine as a single drug, as well as a mixture in the form of refined 'kompot', tryptamite? you think I woke up one night and found the skag fairy had been and hidden a bag of prope-dope under my pillow in exchange for a used needle that had loosened and fallen off its rig?
Or maybe santa left a bottle of propionic anhydride under the xmas tree? maybe I got the land deeds to poppy farm in india left all wrapped up for my last birthday perhaps?
(no, I'm not having a sarky pop at you man, your sound in my estimation, inasmuch as I have the capability to know
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But no, they did not. And my birthday gift was a new vacuum pump, of the rotary vane type and a quart of 'robinair' high-vac 'premium' pump oil, plus my uncle gave me a pair of new trainers and a warm new hoodie, got a long, thick fluffy warm robe too, which I'm wearing right now as it happens. Comfy as fuck, and ties around the middle to keep the heat in when desired.
I confess though, I was far far more delighted with my dad's gift than that from my uncle though. Somehow he realized that I desperately desired a new pump, and promptly went and got me one when my birthday came around, plus the oil. My uncle doesn't actually live with us, still within visiting distance easily enough in a car, and I get on with him well, but he isn't actually, physically around save for the occasional visit, so he's not around enough to realize whats on my lab wishlist, or to hear either subtle (ish) hints being dropped, or to be given a request for a specific item, I don't think he knows anything about the general mechanics of org chem equipment, at least, he hasn't the opportunity to actually see what I have, and thus work out what I need from whats there already.
Using the procedure you speak of when you meant 'homebake', its a NZ speciality as I said, and it starts with codeine, not morphine. You can't simply heat a bunch of codeine with AA and get H, the 6-position methyl group has to come off first, or the procedure would simply acetylate codeine. And whilst 6-acetylcodeine is indeed active, and seemingly of a similar opioidergic potency as is codeine itself, it appears not to be very healthy stuff, and of at least moderate acute toxicity. Its a convulsant in and of itself, and whats more, it also lowers the seizure threshold, and does so still more when combined with morphine, H, both, etc.
Onion link to sci-hub, direct to the PDF (I can't get the paper myself, though, my browser for some reason has stopped working for PDF displays, and I can't read the captchas, could you be so good as to snatch the PDF and dump it on some free webhost for me maybe?
Convulsant effects....I wonder, if its a delta OR agonist. Some, but not all DOR agonists produce seizures at excessive doses, and are stimulant at lower ones below the threshold for causing convulsions, presumably subtype dependent (DOR1 vs DOR2. Or splice variants if there are any)
http://31.184.194.81/10.1016/S0376-8716(01)00145-4
