is this bud for real
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Ive had a salvia plant my friend gave me with about 6 leaves on it... wow your plants are beautiful, how did you get them to flower like that ?
my plant seems to be stunted, i mist it a few times every day, the leaves are a lighter green colour than yours. with brown on them. i heard from not humid enough? but its been over a month with no new growth, i dunno what to do !!??
my plant seems to be stunted, i mist it a few times every day, the leaves are a lighter green colour than yours. with brown on them. i heard from not humid enough? but its been over a month with no new growth, i dunno what to do !!??
StellaBlue
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No BS my friend, I've said this a million times to people that think this plant doesnt do anything. It doesnt really matter how potent or how much you smoke, it's about taking one hit. meaning how big of a hit you can take and how long you can hold it in. Thats what does it, you only need one hit. The first time I tried the stuff was off of straight leaves and I had a pretty intense experience (thanks to abit of alcohol) which south park actually did an episode of (Ice cream shitting taco) hahaha it was pretty scary though lol
yztwofifty
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Honestly I don't do Anything special to them. I wait to water them until almost every leaf is drooping ( Not on purpose, just forget). I've had them since they were about 5-6" and now they are over two feet tall. They have been sitting outside in the rain and extreme cold conditions ( sometimes below 30). They VERY hardy plants. I don't ph the water, give them nutes, or much light, but they just keep on growing. I was giving them miracle grow FULL BLOOM a while back, maybe that made them flower.
I have had a very similar trip off of only salvia, becoming one with the earth, it lasted max 10 minutes, but it was very intense... and it was only salvia...
Legal weed is just like smoking a cigarette. If you don't normally imbibe tobacco (like me) then yeah I kind of caught a buzz. But I probably could hit on a cigarette and get the same feeling. I had bought it a few years back. It caught my eye in a store, and being curious...well I'll never buy that stuff again! Ok, if by a slim chance you just happen to have a weed-grubbing friend(and who doesn't lol), you can 'cut' your weed with this stuff to 'stretch' it, just like when talcum powder was used to 'cut' cocaine. It won't do anything for your high, but it looks like weed (kind of) and as long as you don't put too much into your stash that grubbing friend won't know the difference. maybe for parties to prolong the stash...? But I wouldn't go nuts on all the different strains they're all the same.
There is not enough THC to make it illegal, but then again it doesn't make you either. why buy it? I suspect it's a 'yuppie' thing you can 'get high' and be totally legal. Don't know ain't a yuppie, fact is, I eat 'em for breakfast
There is not enough THC to make it illegal, but then again it doesn't make you either. why buy it? I suspect it's a 'yuppie' thing you can 'get high' and be totally legal. Don't know ain't a yuppie, fact is, I eat 'em for breakfast
GoodFriend
Lumberjack
you bring up a good point though...
you know how the english roll tobacco in their joints?
people do the same thing with this stuff...
or if you want to roll hash up into a joint... mix it with this stuff
i wouldnt... but ya could i guess..
salvia makes me trip the fuck out
i wrote this blog after i tried 20x extract in europe, check it:
During my stay in Europe I got the chance to try some of the strongest extracts of Salvia Divinorum. The experience would change me forever, and finally crack the last remnants of my shell.
My cousin, Jacob, packed me a level bowl of Salvia in our favorite graduated cylinder. He taught me the masterful ways of smoking--To light until it began to crumble into the tiny hole in the middle, and then suck--and suck hard. Hold for 35 seconds and then blow.
It was a perfect hit. Nobody needed to say it twice. As I sat on that spaced, old bean bag the people before me could only see as I convulsed as if I was dying. To me, it was so much more. My first psychadelic trip, but definently not my last.
As the smoke left my lungs I was flung into a parallel reality. I felt myself lapsing downward into darkness, and pushed down with my hands. For some reason I couldn't get a good grip, so I raised my arm and turned my hand around. At that moment my breath sucked in and I couldn't breath, for what I saw was a harrowing experience. My skin was literally flaking and falling away in a stream of sand. I lifted my arms and wobbled back and forth, watching each particle of sand to fall from my limbs.
I kicked my legs out in hopes of grasping ahold of something to push myself back up along the bean bag and away from the void. I didn't know my own strength as my feet caught the carpet and I pushed myself violently back, painlessly hitting the back of my head on a windowsill.
I stared out through that window, my vision zooming up at a street lamp until all I could see was the glass outer casing and the constant, infinitely bright glow.
The fun began after that. The windowsill and the wall projected outward in a scurry and detatched itself from the floor, leaving a gaping space between the two floors. I felt myself slipping--not down into the void this time--but instead I felt myself doubling back. My head passing along my upper, middle, and lower back until I was looking down into the living room on the first floor.
It was just for a split second but I could see the couch, the television, the windowsill, the carpet and the table on the bottom floor from a perspective of viewing it as if I was hanging from the ceiling, which isn't far off as I was doubled back like a professional gymnast with my head slipped through a gap between the two floors.
I drew in a gasping breath and pulled myself up with every muscle in my body, the same way you would pull yourself up from a near-death miss.
The breath I took in was like cool mint through my throat and lungs. It changed the reality I was experiencing and further threw me off course. My body now was being raised into the air, through the ceiling, and into the blackness of the void.
It felt like I was walking along a pathway in the middle of pitch blackness, as I spiraled through time and space, like a meteor spiraling through the blackness of space. Then I was aware. I was walking along a pathway, like a bridge, on the edges of the fabric of reality itself, on the edges of our dimension. Someone or something was watching me, and they felt curious but I couldn't see them.
I glanced to one side and all I could see was the blackness of the void. Then I glanced to the other side and I could suddenly see the room I was in, sitting on that bean bag with my cousin beside his girlfriend and his mate beside me, except I was viewing the room from a fourth-person perspective, from above, as if the place was within a bubble of time. I glanced somewhere else and where I glanced another bubble of time appeared, until I was viewing four different bubbles of time through four different pairs of eyes, all at once.
tastes fuckin absolutely nasty terrible though and leaves the taste forever in your bong, NASTY TASTIN SHIT IT IS, prob the nastyiest tastin anything ive ever tastd
i wrote this blog after i tried 20x extract in europe, check it:
During my stay in Europe I got the chance to try some of the strongest extracts of Salvia Divinorum. The experience would change me forever, and finally crack the last remnants of my shell.
My cousin, Jacob, packed me a level bowl of Salvia in our favorite graduated cylinder. He taught me the masterful ways of smoking--To light until it began to crumble into the tiny hole in the middle, and then suck--and suck hard. Hold for 35 seconds and then blow.
It was a perfect hit. Nobody needed to say it twice. As I sat on that spaced, old bean bag the people before me could only see as I convulsed as if I was dying. To me, it was so much more. My first psychadelic trip, but definently not my last.
As the smoke left my lungs I was flung into a parallel reality. I felt myself lapsing downward into darkness, and pushed down with my hands. For some reason I couldn't get a good grip, so I raised my arm and turned my hand around. At that moment my breath sucked in and I couldn't breath, for what I saw was a harrowing experience. My skin was literally flaking and falling away in a stream of sand. I lifted my arms and wobbled back and forth, watching each particle of sand to fall from my limbs.
I kicked my legs out in hopes of grasping ahold of something to push myself back up along the bean bag and away from the void. I didn't know my own strength as my feet caught the carpet and I pushed myself violently back, painlessly hitting the back of my head on a windowsill.
I stared out through that window, my vision zooming up at a street lamp until all I could see was the glass outer casing and the constant, infinitely bright glow.
The fun began after that. The windowsill and the wall projected outward in a scurry and detatched itself from the floor, leaving a gaping space between the two floors. I felt myself slipping--not down into the void this time--but instead I felt myself doubling back. My head passing along my upper, middle, and lower back until I was looking down into the living room on the first floor.
It was just for a split second but I could see the couch, the television, the windowsill, the carpet and the table on the bottom floor from a perspective of viewing it as if I was hanging from the ceiling, which isn't far off as I was doubled back like a professional gymnast with my head slipped through a gap between the two floors.
I drew in a gasping breath and pulled myself up with every muscle in my body, the same way you would pull yourself up from a near-death miss.
The breath I took in was like cool mint through my throat and lungs. It changed the reality I was experiencing and further threw me off course. My body now was being raised into the air, through the ceiling, and into the blackness of the void.
It felt like I was walking along a pathway in the middle of pitch blackness, as I spiraled through time and space, like a meteor spiraling through the blackness of space. Then I was aware. I was walking along a pathway, like a bridge, on the edges of the fabric of reality itself, on the edges of our dimension. Someone or something was watching me, and they felt curious but I couldn't see them.
I glanced to one side and all I could see was the blackness of the void. Then I glanced to the other side and I could suddenly see the room I was in, sitting on that bean bag with my cousin beside his girlfriend and his mate beside me, except I was viewing the room from a fourth-person perspective, from above, as if the place was within a bubble of time. I glanced somewhere else and where I glanced another bubble of time appeared, until I was viewing four different bubbles of time through four different pairs of eyes, all at once.
tastes fuckin absolutely nasty terrible though and leaves the taste forever in your bong, NASTY TASTIN SHIT IT IS, prob the nastyiest tastin anything ive ever tastd
o ya on the legal buds my friend and I bought some like a ton of it
all i noticed was the smoke was THEE MOST HARSHEST THING ON THE PLANET (man wtf i feel weird) and after a couple puffss n and a couple bongs it still didnt make me even a slightly bit high but my friend said she was high as fuckkkk, but then again she is always 'high' and is a freak!!
all i noticed was the smoke was THEE MOST HARSHEST THING ON THE PLANET (man wtf i feel weird) and after a couple puffss n and a couple bongs it still didnt make me even a slightly bit high but my friend said she was high as fuckkkk, but then again she is always 'high' and is a freak!!