Crazy Cloud
Bluelighter
Marijuana "tea" - experienced - rediscovering light bulbs 
About a year and a half ago, a guy I know was growing a mull plant indoors - his first one indoors (he used to keep a couple in the vegie garden when he lived with his parents, but they almost always got found out / ruined etc) - so he was really looking after it (referring to it as his 'baby').
Now, once he'd brought 'her' to harvest, he wondered what he could do with all the leaf. So, he decided to make a big fuck-off batch of mull butter (with which he was going to make various things like cakes, brownies, cookies, whatever).
I happened to be over at his place one night when he brought out a ripper chocolate space cake and we got absolutely wasted together, which was a nice body buzz (and my first time eating pot).
"I have to get some of this mull butter off you," I kept saying, and eventually he wrapped a massive chunk of it up in some foil and handed it to me, saying, "Keep this close to your heart, and be good to her."
(This guy can be really dramatic when it comes to his weed.)
Anyway, on to my trip report proper:
A coupla weeks later, I had a party to go to, a low key affair that I didn't expect to be much of a big night - so I thought, fuck it, I'll bake a cake with the mull butter and give everyone a nice surprise... but as the day wore on, my parents didn't end up going out like they were s'posed to until about twenty minutes before I had to leave for the party.
So, I grabbed a tea bag, boiled up a kettle of water, squeezed as much mull butter as I could reasonably fit into the mug, and poured in the boiling water.
Then, having removed the tea bag, the scent of it hit me - buttery mull smells pretty festy in my opinion - and as I stirred it with a spoon, I noticed just how filmy and pea-soup like it looked (as a kid I HATED pea-soup).
Anyway, my ride was suddenly outside, beeping the horn, so I grimaced, skulled the entire thing (after foofing it for a second first) and, feeling like I was gonna puke, rinsed the cup out and got into the car.
"Woah," my mate Jarv said, when I was in the car, "You don't look so good."
"Nah, I'm fine." I insisted, and, after ten minutes or so, I was feeling better and looking forward to the night.
Sitting in the lounge room at the party, surrounded by my friends, I started to notice some effects of the mull (about twenty / twenty-five minutes after I'd ingested it), feeling really mellow and relaxed, very post-orgasm.
I also felt alternately heavy or floaty, and at one point it seemed like I was sinking into the couch. I noticed the 70s carpet and got lost in the many paintings my friend Slim has on his walls (which reminds me of my third experience with acid and my first full tab, but that's another story).
The real moment of the night came when I happened to look up at the light bulb on the ceiling. It was phenomenal - seemed (partly because of the weird 70s cover it was sheathed in) to be hundreds of little blisters of light, radiating outwards in ever expanding cycles and kept me wrapt for a good hour.
I remember people coming over to me going, "Hey, you looked so zonked out there - what are ya looking at? The light bulb?"
Of course, they were all drinking, so I was kinda the odd one out. But by the time people started crashing out, and it was just me and Slim, he suddenly 'remembered' he had some pot stashed away under his bed, and we went out the back to roll up a joint and watch the sun come up.
I guess drinking the mull tea made me have a pretty intensely introspective trip (usually I'm a giggler and a talker on pot), but it was such an interesting and worthwhile experience, I highly recommend it - if you can get past the whole pea-soup gluggy texture ugh yuck bit of having to ingest it orally.
I haven't done it since that first time, but only because not long after that I discovered E and LSD... which were two things I obsessed over for a while.
Anyhoo... night all, thanks for reading.
Crazy Cloud
About a year and a half ago, a guy I know was growing a mull plant indoors - his first one indoors (he used to keep a couple in the vegie garden when he lived with his parents, but they almost always got found out / ruined etc) - so he was really looking after it (referring to it as his 'baby').
Now, once he'd brought 'her' to harvest, he wondered what he could do with all the leaf. So, he decided to make a big fuck-off batch of mull butter (with which he was going to make various things like cakes, brownies, cookies, whatever).
I happened to be over at his place one night when he brought out a ripper chocolate space cake and we got absolutely wasted together, which was a nice body buzz (and my first time eating pot).
"I have to get some of this mull butter off you," I kept saying, and eventually he wrapped a massive chunk of it up in some foil and handed it to me, saying, "Keep this close to your heart, and be good to her."
(This guy can be really dramatic when it comes to his weed.)
Anyway, on to my trip report proper:
A coupla weeks later, I had a party to go to, a low key affair that I didn't expect to be much of a big night - so I thought, fuck it, I'll bake a cake with the mull butter and give everyone a nice surprise... but as the day wore on, my parents didn't end up going out like they were s'posed to until about twenty minutes before I had to leave for the party.
So, I grabbed a tea bag, boiled up a kettle of water, squeezed as much mull butter as I could reasonably fit into the mug, and poured in the boiling water.
Then, having removed the tea bag, the scent of it hit me - buttery mull smells pretty festy in my opinion - and as I stirred it with a spoon, I noticed just how filmy and pea-soup like it looked (as a kid I HATED pea-soup).
Anyway, my ride was suddenly outside, beeping the horn, so I grimaced, skulled the entire thing (after foofing it for a second first) and, feeling like I was gonna puke, rinsed the cup out and got into the car.
"Woah," my mate Jarv said, when I was in the car, "You don't look so good."
"Nah, I'm fine." I insisted, and, after ten minutes or so, I was feeling better and looking forward to the night.
Sitting in the lounge room at the party, surrounded by my friends, I started to notice some effects of the mull (about twenty / twenty-five minutes after I'd ingested it), feeling really mellow and relaxed, very post-orgasm.
I also felt alternately heavy or floaty, and at one point it seemed like I was sinking into the couch. I noticed the 70s carpet and got lost in the many paintings my friend Slim has on his walls (which reminds me of my third experience with acid and my first full tab, but that's another story).
The real moment of the night came when I happened to look up at the light bulb on the ceiling. It was phenomenal - seemed (partly because of the weird 70s cover it was sheathed in) to be hundreds of little blisters of light, radiating outwards in ever expanding cycles and kept me wrapt for a good hour.
I remember people coming over to me going, "Hey, you looked so zonked out there - what are ya looking at? The light bulb?"
Of course, they were all drinking, so I was kinda the odd one out. But by the time people started crashing out, and it was just me and Slim, he suddenly 'remembered' he had some pot stashed away under his bed, and we went out the back to roll up a joint and watch the sun come up.
I guess drinking the mull tea made me have a pretty intensely introspective trip (usually I'm a giggler and a talker on pot), but it was such an interesting and worthwhile experience, I highly recommend it - if you can get past the whole pea-soup gluggy texture ugh yuck bit of having to ingest it orally.
I haven't done it since that first time, but only because not long after that I discovered E and LSD... which were two things I obsessed over for a while.
Anyhoo... night all, thanks for reading.
Crazy Cloud
