Okay, so well over a year after acquiring it (wow, it's been that long?!) I finally tried this substance... accidentally.
Two weeks ago I decided to day trip wth my friends, because it's been a while since I've had the opportunity to take psychedelics in a setting other than a festival/event. I capped out some mescaline extract, and also 30mg of 2C-T-7 in case the mesc was weak/bunk. I thought this would be a perfect, safe setting to try a new, potentially strong psychedelic. Well, the mescaline was lovely and I didn't feel the need to add the T-7. So it remained in my little pill box along with other misc drugs like an adderall and some tabs of L. I've been lazy lately about taking things out of the pill box so it's a fun assortment at the moment.
Fast forward to this past weekend, I'm going to a festival and seeing some artists I really love. I ~don't~ want to trip because I have taken psychedelics the past two weekends. I decide 3-MeO-PCP would be perfect, so I cap out ~20mg (yes, I know this a lot but I'm very experienced and have a tolerance and/or a weak batch right now), and put it in my pill box. The T-7 is still in there, so I'm very mindful about which compartment I put it into. At this point in time, it's easy to know which is which (even though they look very similar) because of where I've placed them.
A couple hours before I plan on dosing, some guy comes up asking if I have any extra tabs on me. As his luck would have it, I do, and take them out of my pill box for him. In doing so I kind of knock it over and a bunch of the stuff inside comes out. I put everything back in, focusing primarily on not losing anything.
And then it's time to dose. I take out my pill box and... oh wait, that's right, everything got tossed around and nothing is in the right compartment anymore. I take out the two capsules, one being 3-MeO-PCP and the other 2C-T-7. I look at them long and hard. They look extremely similar. I decide the one that appears to have a little less is the 3-MeO. I put the pill box away and I'm about to eat it, when I think about how fluffy my current batch of 3-MeO is. I think, 20mg and 30mg would look almost the same in a capsule, so it's actually the fluffiness that would make it look like more! So I take the pill box back out, put the original capsule back in, take the other one out and eat it.
Big mistake.
Less than an hour later, I start to feel something in my stomach, which develops into nausea. I rarely get any sort of bodyload like that on 3-MeO. This makes me consider the possibility that I took the wrong capsule, but I don't want to accept it yet. It's not until I'm at a set, and trying to shout the lyrics along with the band makes me gag that I face the facts: I took the T-7 capsule.
It's getting harder to talk to people as time goes on, and I'm really uncomfortable nauseous. There are so many times where I believe I'm going to vomit right there in the crowd. Thankfully I had not eaten for hours nor was I as hydrated at that moment as I should have been, so I wouldn't have thrown up much anyways. The rest of my body felt fine, but man was the nausea annoying. The feeling lingered for several hours after dosing.
Once I got to the headliner, the set I was most excited to see, I was peaking. I was totally sucked into the music and could barely talk to my friends or even dance. At one point my friend points out that I'm standing there just holding onto my backpack straps as if for dear life. I turn down weed my friends are offering me because it feels entirely unnecessary. Everything is intense. The music sounds amazing, and the visuals are incredible, but I'm almost looking more forward to after the show, when I can explore the trip more without that stimulus.
The visuals were super strong and beautiful. At one point I looked at my friend and it looked like there was body paint all over her body in intricate designs. I felt very inspired to paint what I was seeing. At another point during the set, it seemed like everything was suddenly going faster, like I was watching a video on fast forward. This was thankfully not for a long period of time. Everything I looked at was moving, but in a unique way that is different than LSD, shrooms, etc. and is difficult to describe.
At the time I thought to describe my headspace as "medium". That is, not nearly as intensely emotional as something like shrooms/4-AcO-DMT, but a little less clearheaded than 2C-B. I'd say it is pretty close in headspace to 2C-E, where I similarly had trouble speaking to friends. I felt like the visuals were affecting my thoughts. It's like I watched something melting and my thoughts melted with it.
After the set, we had to wait for some friends and that felt like a lifetime. However, a friend of a friend (but a stranger to me) came and talked to us and I was able to participate in the conversation without too much difficulty. This was around 4 hours after dosing, I think I plateau'd around this point. However right before getting on the subway I had one of those moments where you laugh like a crazy person until you're crying, and then on the subway I struggled with feelings of not wanting to make eye contact with strangers or have them look at me at all. So the effects were still going pretty good. Thankfully I had plenty of friends to talk to and shield me on the train from the masses ha.
Once I got back to my apartment, I was no longer nauseous but definitely not hungry (all the rest of my friends proceeded to consume lots of food). Iced tea did taste more delicious than ever though. I was definitely highly amused by and engaged in the TV we put on: Off The Air, the latest Rick & Morty episode, and then lots of American Dad. Like I said earlier I was declining most weed offered to me, but once I was home and came down a little I accepted dabs from one of my friends. At this point the combo was lovely - it didn't really bring back the visuals, but it made me feel wonderfully heavy and calm. Unfortunately it didn't make me sleepy enough, because even at 10-11 hrs after dosing I struggled to sleep. Although my body was very tired I struggled to shut my mind down. At that point I still had closed eye visuals of the kaleidoscopic variety, and even though I really wanted to sleep it was fun to play around with trying to affect the CEVs with my thoughts, which I had some success with.
I woke up the next day feeling really tired, but I attribute this more to three days of festivaling in the hot sun :~)
Overall the experience was really fun despite not expecting or wanting it. It was definitely intense, but as an experienced psychonaut I was able to handle it relatively easily. I look forward to taking this in a much more controlled setting aka my apartment, where I can draw as much as I want and not worry about puking on people.