PeyoteUK.com wrote:I prepared two 3.5cm peyote cactus ... leaving as much pulp as possible on the peyote button.
The two peyote buttons were sliced in sections which formed discs around 0.3mm thick.
That's the problem with buying peyote cactus, at least all the ones I've ever seen on sale - they're too small to be of much use, and take a LONG time to get bigger.
Even those 3.5cm buttons take a couple of years to grow, and to really experience mescaline you'll need as many (expensive) small buttons as mentioned in the ad/post, or a fatter, older cactus that has the dimensions of a small turnip. I think a peyote cactus takes five to seven years to reach its psychedelic prime.
This doesn't make them a very cost-effective plant for smartshops to sell. You can find living cactuses (yes, 'cactuses', it's octopuses' too!) with about the same 3.5cm diameter, often for 50 to 100 euro. If they're being straight with you, the smartshop owners will admit that you'll have to grow these buttons for many more years if you want to get a real effect from them.
You might be able find fully mature peyote in Amsterdam, but the price will probably reflect the years they've been growing.
I've been told that peyote buttons can be grown faster by grafting them onto san pedro cactuses, which are vaguely psychedelic themselves (and are incredibly vile to consume). I don't know if the potency of the peyote is reduced in this way.
And the post/ad's mention of a stomach full of beer is a bit odd. Not what I'd call ideal preparation for a psychedelic experience.
Maybe it's meant as a reference to PJ O'Rourke (who could once
almost have passed as a right wing version of the great Doctor Thompson, but is now, sadly, a shrivelled apologist hack).
He wrote something about being out of his face on mesclaine and Anchor Steam beer, watching "the nine-assed peyote demon taking a shit in my open skull", or words to that effect...
EDIT - close, but no banana. My memory...
"As for insights, try yage and psilocybin mushrooms mixed with mescaline and Anchor steam beer.
Gautama Buddha his own bad self comes over to your house and writes out the Eightfold Path in lipstick on your bathroom mirror.
We had drugs that would give you immortal life for up to thirty-six hours.
And what about the time the nine-assed peyote demon peeled the top of my head like an orange and vomited the Encyclopaedia Britannica into my empty skull?
That's what we meant when we said high in the old days."
-- P.J. O'Rourke