SWIM feels upstaged. I was hoping SWIM would be the first to report a trip like that

SWIM has gotten close though. His largest dose so far has been 2 ml extracted with the Tripe E tech. It wasn’t as strong as that trip report above in that link, but SWIM experienced very decent auditory hallucinations, breathing walls, a ton of euphoria, and no side effects. He has good oil. It feels a lot like acid, and at times was very DMT-like.
The lower doses feel a lot like mescaline, but the higher doses feel more like super clean acid. However, it’s more auditory than acid, and not quite as visual as acid, but the visuals have a similar character to acid visuals, also there’s pretty much no acid-style “mind fuck” present and the stimulation is mild, even at the larger doses.
One thing, I hope this doesn’t sound too weird, is that on acid, SWIM’s body has a very specific odor, and that odor is also present on higher doses of elemicin. On high doses of mescaline HCl, SWIM’s body smells like salty hydrochloric acid, not pleasant. I’m not sure what causes this.
Structurally elemicin is nearly identical to mescaline, but at higher doses, the effect is more like acid. Maybe acid is metabolized in the body into something very similar to elemicin? It’s been often theorized that the effects of acid are not caused by acid, but actually caused by products created from it within the human body.
The deeper into the experience SWIM gets, the more he’s wanting to try to purify his extract further. The idea of there being eucalyptol present in the extract is not comforting. Some oil lacks eucalyptol though.
You may remember me as 69Ron. I was suspended years ago for selling bunk products under false pretenses. I try to sneak back from time to time under different names, but unfortunately, the moderators of the DMT-Nexus are infinitely smarter than I am.
If you see me at the waterpark, please say hello. I'll be the delusional 50 something in the American flag Speedo, oiling up his monster guns while responding to imaginary requests for selfies from invisible teenage girls.