ooeeooahah asked: what's your opinion on salvia?

I first smoked Salvia almost 10 years ago, way before you could find hordes of people on Youtube making a mockery of the whole experience. It was great for me (and a few friends), opening the door to the wonderful world of psychedelics.

Salvia is a powerful herb but it’s not a party drug. While you can laugh your ass off in a social setting with Salvia, I don’t think it’s the best way to experience it. It just works better in a peaceful setting. Perhaps with a sitter if you are feeling anxious or want to venture further into the void.

I like Salvia a lot, it holds a dear place in my heart. There’s a few things I don’t like though. It’s a rough smoke, making it hard to take that big hit you need and hold it in. You can make it easier by using a higher concentration extract, or maybe a vaporizer (I really want to try that).

The biggest problem though is all the shitty extracts being sold. The last time I bought some was from a random headshop and I only managed to get very mild effects from it, while some friends got nothing at all. This has happened a few times over the years.

To sum it up:

- Salvia is quite interesting.

- Get a butane torch type lighter.

- Find a reputable source for good quality extract.

It was August, early in the afternoon, in Amsterdam. We were sitting on the grass next to a small artificial lake. A considerable amount of weed had already been smoked and we were just finishing our mushroom and falafel snack. Naturally, the mushrooms were of the magic variety.

My friend thought it was a great idea to smoke some 20x salvia extract while we were waiting for the mushrooms to kick-in. He was the only one to go ahead. He smoked a couple hits of salvia in a cheap pipe. The high came on fast and hard. We didn’t really pay much attention to him until about half an hour later when he was making sense again.

About halfway on his salvia trip he decided to lie down in the grass and close his eyes. At some point he heard a male voice with a Jamaican accent. “Hey mon, are you dead?”. That is probably a conversation you don’t want to have while you are tripping balls on salvia. So he opened his eyes, only to see a Jamaican looking guy with long dreads leaning over him. “Do you want me to call an ambulance mon?”. He explained that he was fine as best as he could. “Okay mon, enjoy yourself”. And the rasta-man went on his way.