In two words: better, unequivocably. The experiencing self would certainly say so, but so would the remembering one. For me, they've all been about exposing range, in one way or another.
I was a late starter, to say the least. I didn't really get to know alcohol until I was 18, and I first tried marijuana at 20. Alcohol imbued a sense of epicness on an already exploratative period; a session was guaranteed to go well, and to last a long time. It has shown me the effect of confidence (on the interpretation of content - the dogmatist is listened to!) and the innocuousness of the dull mind. I don't know whether I like these revelations, but they were revealed. Alcohol has also been responsible (after myself, of course) for the only form of lasting damage drugs have inflicted on me, in the form of a nagging neuralgia somewhere in my head, which never quite leaves me. The hedonic treadmill never breaks (although I would dispose of this pain should the opportunity arise, I would find it hard to say it has affected my happiness) but alcohol is a primitive animal. The alcohol hangover, for me, is the most appalling waste of life I have experimented with, and I'm rarely 'drunk' these days.
Marijuana is magical. My early experiences (the first couple of years) were particularly psychedelic, although until very recently (six years on) it never failed to deliver a tremendous sense of novelty. Exploring the natural world was always enchanting, and music took on a new depth. Perhaps most notably, it reliably transformed me into the life of the party. Thoughts and conversation flowed, and other humans were a delight. With the power endowed, though, came increased reliance, and I found myself needing to smoke to come out of my shell, and get the most out of social occasions. The sparse use that characterised the early days (once a month) increased to weekly use, and last year, it wasn't uncommon for me to smoke three or four times a week. The frequency wasn't an issue for me, until the magic dwindled. I would smoke enormous bongs, but although the effects were there, I didn't feel high anymore - it wasn't novel. This couldn't be, and I now smoke once every week or two, but even so, it isn't as it was.
After several failed attempts (not through lack of trying), I recently had my first encounter with MDMA (it seems I need to eat more than my fair share). It wasn't a breakthrough experience, but the novelty was back! As marijuana has taught me though, this one is special. In a sense, the fight against the loss of novelty is futile - to experience is to know, and to know is to denoveltify - but learning likes high frequency, so to keep things new, keep them sparse.
So at the age of 26, I am a drug novice whose knowledge far outstrips his experience (or can it?), but thanks to those I do know, I know how to treat those to come.