I have brewed alot of ayahuasca, and always loved the experience. The reports I have read about hippy crack, smokable dmt made me curious, so it was high on my list of stuff to try.
A friend of mine gave me a good bit to break my cherry with, and to him I am thankful.
Its hard to put in words the feelings and visions of the spice. I put a small piece of bud in the glass bowl to keep the powder from going down the hole. I dumped a good amount on there, not any real dose concerns as I have heard you cant take too much. I bumped the flame on the edges to melt the powder then torched it hard. I hit it once, felt like i better set it down, but hit it again for good measure. The taste and smell of plastic was strong as I layed back into a pillow. The spice seemed to plaster me to the pillow as I couldnt move or more precisely did not want to try to move. The first thing noticed was the deja vu that accompanies many of the medicines I have used during my life. That was the prominent feeling at the start and end of the ride. The middle was filled with colors and squiggly lines all over the room. No object that I looked at was recognizable, as everything was morphing. A buzzing sound began faintly, but grew to a normal volume...comfortable volume. With the sound my body began to vibrate until the sound frequency and the vibration matched. Then it stopped. I hit it again and was again unable to do much of anything except look at the ceiling as the colors danced into random shapes. It was over fast again. Not very spiritual, but profound in its own way. Not at all like ayahuasca, actually made me wonder how the same drug can be so different in different forms, ingested in different manners. Im gonna smoke the rest up, no doubt about that. I really liked it and then didnt like it for the same reason, the short duration. This was my cherry popper trip report, maybe the remaining trips will add more insight into this uncharted territory.