eephour wrote:Crap, I think I'd rather do Nitrous.

But, here is a recent article from Vice that talks all about poppers and the different "brands", its a pretty good read.

http://www.viceland.com/int/v15n3/htdocs/poppers.php

It’s a bit like how sex feels on crystal meth, but with poppers it lasts for 15 seconds instead of three days and you don’t end up strapped in a sex sling with multiple fists up your ass.

.....A little late for that advice, thanks.

When I was about 15 years old, I was cleaning the heads on an old '70s Akai reel-to-reel tape deck I used to have. Clumsy me, I accidentally knocked over the entire bottle of tape head cleaner and it spilled all over the desktop where I was working.

I grabbed some paper towels and was busy mopping up the spill when this very peculiar feeling suddenly came over me. For about a minute, it was kinda cool. I felt like I was floating, and strange chiming noises rang inside my head. The lights seemed to flicker before my eyes and the room started to swim. Suddenly I got a really bad headache and felt very nauseous. I got up and opened a window, then ran into the bathroom and threw up.

That was my first experience with inhaling nitrates. Years later, while hanging out with some Dead-head neighbors, I tried nitrous oxide for the first time and it was the same thing all over again. Dizzyness, chiming sounds in my ears, followed by nausea, only that time I didn't toss my cookies.

I should have known better when, at a backyard party, a friend of mine offered me a little bottle of
liquid and advised me to sniff it. Other people were there doing it and they were all laughing it up and having a great time, so I gave it a try. I put the bottle under my nose and took a deep breath. It smelled just like the tape deck head cleaner I'd accidentally inhaled as a kid. I felt extremely dizzy, then instantly became very nauseous, staggered over to the bushes and puked my guts out.

Amyl nitrate poppers = CRAP, like all inhalants in general.

honeyisfunny wrote:NC - though we prefer to call them 'room odourizer'

danielrobertchapman in 'room odourizer' hell in the middle of a forest:

I refuse to believe sweet, innocent DRC does this stoopid drug.

the one and only time i did this stuff, it was with a friend of mine who tended towards the excessive side of things. like, a drink at 4pm wouldn't suffice - it would be better to guzzle a thermos full of doublestrength kamikazes. if we couldn't find a screwdriver, it would be better to beat the shit outta that broken vcr with a ball peen hammer at 3am. and then guzzle another thermos full of doublestrength kamikazes.

anyhow. it was a college town weekend. the endless string of house parties had led us to a house in the fratty side of town. we didn't know a single person there. no problem - we marched in, bought a couple of cups, filled them, drained them, filled them, drained them, filled them, sat down in the middle of the living room and knocked out six or seven capsules worth of fuckin bute dude.

repeated that process a couple more times. ended up creeping out an entire party's worth of dudes, to the point where we were about the only two people in the house. not a bad way to ruin somebody's party...

hench wrote: it was with a friend of mine who tended towards the excessive side of things. like, a drink at 4pm wouldn't suffice - it would be better to guzzle a thermos full of doublestrength kamikazes. if we couldn't find a screwdriver, it would be better to beat the shit outta that broken vcr with a ball peen hammer at 3am. and then guzzle another thermos full of doublestrength kamikazes..

A ball peen hammer is the only way to handle that situation.

VCR would be done in a minute flat. Bitty pieces, and I would feel like a million bucks.

When I was 14 and couldn’t score weed, we would go up to Camden lock and buy this shit. I used to do it then listen to loud punk rock records as I collapsed on my bed and watched the stars rush. Was funny as hell at the time.

Crap.

This was real popular as an accompaniment to other drugs in my group of friends. Total crap, thinking back on it now.

I was in a gay bar in Soho about a month ago and the fucking bang of poppers in the jacks was unbelievable. Nasty shit.

Minor waffles for the time one of the lads spilled a whole bottle on his beard. Took about thirty seconds for him to collapse. They were a funny 30 seconds though...

A very drunk friend of mine was passed a bottle of poppers at a houseparty and took a nice big old swig from it. Mistake.

Very funny in 1984. We used to buy it from the Virgin record store in Glasgow. It was called Lightning Bolt and Liquid gold. In the absence of anything better it was ok.

honeyisfunny wrote:A very drunk friend of mine was passed a bottle of poppers at a houseparty and took a nice big old swig from it. Mistake.

Bloody hell. Was he alright?