hmg
Victory lap
I suppose if you're a meth cook then it's fair enough.
Edit: fuck, I usually keep my stash of poppy pods in my kitchen cupboard, hahaha. I'll shut up now.
Oh god, I did that once too. I had a chance to stay in a mate of a mate's flat in Ladbroke Grove over NYE 1994 and among the other filthy rich banker paraphenalia scattered about the place were ornamental vases full of silvered poppy heads. So I rinsed, mashed and boiled them up with some sort of acid to get the morphine out (I'd been reading in the British Pharmocopoeia how a few asian shopkeepers in Birmingham sometimes did this for kicks), necked about half a pint of simmered juice and took the tube into town... That worked better than the galangal. In retrospect the silvering on the poppy heads may have contained some lead.
The galangal was nice - nothing spectacular, a nice buzz, crystal clear loquacity, conversational stamina and mental energy. Not a waste of time but not remarkable enough to bother repeating when there was so much else on hand.
I also tried making DMT out of phalaris arundinacea (Smith, T.A. 1977. Review: Tryptamine and Related Compounds in Plants. Phytochemistry 16 171-175.) using a few hundred grammes of the grass, petrol and caustic soda. Yield was too low with that small amount and the risks and vapours weren't popular with the other people using the kitchen. That was molecular gastronomy, Heston Blumenthal is a pussy.