Apologies for not making the OP clear enough Eden and Snozzleberry- the 10.6g is the fumarate salt and I plan to keep it this way for now.And I didnt attempt to freeze-precipitate for as you say,it just doesnt happen.
The tek seemed to emphasise that adding the FASI slower is better and this is what I did.The tek says 10mls of FASI should be added every 5 minutes or so until you no longer get a white cloudiness as it hits the d-limo.Being in a slothful frame of mind, I put the FASI in a separatory funnel and just left it to drip into the d-limo very slowly.After leaving it 5 minutes or so and then returning to it, it was still dripping in and causing whiteness to form.I gently swirled it every 10 minutes or so and the whole process before no more whiteness was seen must have taken 35-40 minutes.The drip-rate was very slow.
At this point I placed it in the refrigerator (not a freezer) simply to have it not sitting out.The yield has surprised me too and Im not complaining
The slight differences between the way I did it and the tek are:
1.Adding the acetic acid with distilled water to the bark rather than acetic acid soak for 3 days then adding base and water (NaOH is what I used ,as per the tek).This was discussed in the post entitled BLAB woes...
2.The soaking period was extended to 5 days rather than 3 and the pulling phases were done much more slowly than the tek suggested.Mixing the d-limo and basified black stuff as often as I remembered to with strict attention paid to avoiding shaking was my approach.
3.Lastly the FASI was added at a seriously retarded rate.
Im not sure that the refrigertion part had too much to do with things;I simply mentioned it to highlight how my approach differed to the tek.The tek advises letting it sit for 24 hours before proceeding and made no mention of using a fridge.
I used 250g MHRB from mimosahostilis.co.uk and 50g I had from a previous purchase from MHRB.org and using vovins tek on the latter I only got a yield of 0.8%.
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