Age: 26
Weight: 130 lbs
Dosage:
20 mg intranasal
Setting:
On the train, walking around the city, at my house
Preface: 3-Me-PCPy is an exciting development
in the world of Arylcyclohexylamines! Once again I’ll give a brief chemistry/pharmacology
primer to contextualize this drug, if that’s not of interest, just skip to the
body of the report. And per usual, there is an overall summary of the compound
at the end.
PCPy is a close cousin to PCP- the second “P”
in “PCP” denotes a piperidine group, where the essential nitrogen in the
compound is part of a hexagonal 6-atom ring structure. PCPy is very close to
that, with the nitrogen in a pentagonal 5 member ring, forming what’s called a
pyrrolidine group. Both PCP and PCPy and most of their analogues have similar
qualities like high potency and stimulating effects.
PCPy was first only seen as a street drug,
made by enterprising basement chemists to try and circumvent laws around
manufacturing PCP. Very little information exists on the subjective effects of
PCPy itself. 3-MeO-PCPy cropped up on the market briefly around MXE’s heyday,
but even then it was an obscurity and very little data trickled out before it
too faded into oblivion. 3-Me-PCPy represents an exciting return to a base
compound with a lot of potential!
Personal correspondence with Dr. Jason
Wallach and poring through some of his publications brought about some hints as
to what effects this compound may have- It was shown to be a triple reuptake
inhibitor, meaning it leads to a buildup of the neurotransmitters serotonin,
dopamine, and norepinephrine (Perhaps the most famous triple reuptake inhibitor
is cocaine). This generally can display stimulating effects but it also has
interesting implications with regards to antidepressant effects. Much more
formal research is needed in this area with this particular compound! A few
other scattered reports suggested high potency and subjective stimulating
effects. I managed to obtain a sample of this and had to see for myself.
The short of it is that this is a stimulating
potent dissociative with a short duration. The headspace is shallow but it is euphoric
and social and prone to redosing. It is not so much a trip as it is a casual high,
though a unique and wonderful one at that. Again, at the end of the report is a
more detailed summary of this compound and its effects at different
doses/overall character, along with other properties pertinent to the batch
going around.
T0:00- I am waiting alone at a train station
in my home town, eating some dinner. I had just dropped my car off to a family
mechanic for state inspection so I had to take the train back home to the city.
It’s a lovely summer afternoon, the sun is getting low in the sky casting
everything in a peach-golden light. The trees arc overhead and shimmer in a
pastel suburban breeze. My train isn’t coming for another half hour.
I pour out a pre-measured capsule onto my
hand and snort it down in one go. It
burns a lot, bringing tears to my eyes. There is a bitter stinging petroleum
flavor typical of ACH’s. This is near unbearable for a minute or two but the
pain subsides to a dull numbness.
T0:05- Already feeling a bit dissociated,
just a tad lightheaded and spacy, my extremities feel just a little number.
Great dark thunderheads tower and loom and rumble in the distance, timidly lit
by the fire of setting sun. Where I am it is balmy and nice, it feels like my
feet are floating off the ground. With the onset it seems what appetite I had
before has completely dissipated. I wrap up the rest of my dinner and pack it
away.
T0:10- My teeth are numb and buzzy, like I
can feel them invisibly vibrating in the gaps in my gums. This is a
dissociation that sets into my bones, a high frequency vibration that shakes me
into a dull half-anesthesia. I am dizzy now, my head is spinning like I’ve had
too much alcohol. I am taken aback by the speed and intensity with which this
drug comes crashing in, it has an exhilarating rush. All I can do is sit on my
bench and gaze down the tracks into the distance, my dazed attention lapsing
into my own skull.
T0:15- Bearing down harder and harder like
that thunderstorm in the distance. My field of vision is flashing, I feel waves
of anesthesia pulse through me, I am stimulated and short of breath, there is a
sense or rising and inflating in my skull and everything looks blurry except
for what’s right before me. It is like extreme tunnel vision, the walls of
these hallucinated vitreous tunnels illuminated by flowing pulses of understated
light. My sense of depth perspective has all but collapsed, distant buildings
and trees telescoping to the forefront of my vision. I am glad I am alone here
right now, in the looming dusk.
T0:25- I get up and pace around a bit just to
get a measure of how exactly this dissociation is manifesting. There is a
surprising degree of physical dissociation, my limbs feel heavy, well
lubricated with excess momentum. My proprioception is led slightly astray. It
is like every part of my body is moving easier and more than it should, more
than I am used to. I feel clumsy, dizzy, uncoordinated, but I can still walk
straight and be steady on my feet. Perhaps to an outside observer my posture is
weird and my walk a tad off-kilter but I feel like I could outwardly project
relative sobriety. My extremities are buzzing and numb. This is similar to any
of the manic, lucid dissociatives out there, PCP or 3-MeO-PCP or 3-Me-PCP or
3-MeO-PCE, though a bit heavier and less precise.
The mental dissociation rules first and
foremost, it is like a big weight has landed in my skull, a pile of bricks that
leaves me dazed and listless, confused and baffled by the mere presence of my
surroundings. Visually, everything is flashing and blurry. There is a
stimulation coursing through my core, conflagrating out from my pounding heart,
rippling down my muscles, flashing my anesthetized phantom limbs with vibrating
electricity. As content as I am to just sit still I feel obligated to be up and
in motion. Moving feels fantastic in fact. This drug would be excellent for
dancing or some other physically demanding social activity.
The drip is hitting and it is unpleasant. It
stings and irritates on the way down the back of my throat. Whatever appetite I
had left is certainly gone now.
Beyond the flashing and depth perception
there isn’t much in the way of open eyed visuals- not much patterning or color,
just strange alterations to perspective, blurring and tunnel vision. I sit and
close my eyes to take stock of that space- I am greeted with great pulsing
radial images, great turning floral wheels, mostly black but adorned in auras
of maroon and yellow ochre. They are hardly perceptible, not vivid by any
means, but they turn in tune with a general sense of perpetual rotational
motion that carries the dissociation of this experience like the turbulence of
an undulating sea.
T0:30- Everything wobbles and waves, my
entire field of vision is gently vibrating. Warm electricity crackles into my
fingers and toes and extremities. It is mostly dark now, visuals begin to dance
in the sky, radiant and rotational with neon fringes. There is a blast of light
glinting off the tracks in the distance, a rumble and a shriek of a great
machine, the train is approaching. I stand up and take a second to collect
myself before boarding and being immersed in the world of the living. This
feels like an elaborate fantasy or a half-formed memory from some lagging
dream. I don a mask, give a nod to the conductor and climb aboard, the world
taken by vibrations from this rumbling machine of light and the odor of brake
fluids. I find a secluded seat towards the back, windows eventually facing the
city skyline, and settle in, content to be totally unnoticed. It is lucid and
functional, but at the same time quite heavy and off-base.
I then notice someone sitting right in front
of me, another old friend from elementary school who I have previously lived
with and shared a number of psychedelic experiences with. We haven’t seen each
other in a good long time, he is commuting home from his job. We chat briefly,
the world falling away from this singular focus of my attention. Talking and
interacting flows smoothly but it also disjointed and uncomfortable- I am not
quite sure how to conduct myself in a public space full of strangers, I feel
like I would be very content to talk to a person in relative privacy. In a
previous experience, I had dosed this drug prior to attending a party of good
friends and acquaintances, and it proved delightfully social, making me
articulate, commanding attention and brimming with confidence. That sensation
seems to be quite contextual. He gets off at his stop in the suburbs and I am
again alone on the train. I plug in my headphones and listen to Oneohtrix Point
Never’s “Garden of Delete”.
T0:45- I don’t like that I have to sit still
for this entire train ride, that I can’t get up and pace around. My whole body
is getting creeping crawling pulses of numbness, I feel like ball lighting,
bouncing off the walls with pent up energy. I just want to run and jump and
exercise my muscles, but I have to settle for fidgeting in place to not make a
scene. I am explosive and tense and existing faster than the world around me,
even on this train as it barrels down into the night city, glints of light
drifting past.
T1:00- I arrive at my stop and make my way
off the train. It feels so nice to stand up and move again. I am tense and my
gait feels awkward and stiff, but there’s a spring in my step, extra energy and
extra momentum propelling me forward with a steely determination.
I have stepped out onto a major commercial
corridor, a recent development in this city’s downtown to try and mimic Time’s
Square. Massive screens blast sterile white light from advertisements onto the
street, reflecting in blue on the asphalt and black granite and filth that
coats everything. Concentric fountains of visuals seep from the lights,
cascading down in steady ripples, ghostly and subtle but certain. It is
dizzying and disorienting and I suddenly feel very small, beaten back by the
fires of neon until I am left cowering like a roach in the gutter, small and
inconspicuous. I duck behind a pillar and pull out my one hitter, taking a few
puffs of cannabis to lighten up the walk home. With things pleasantly smoothed
out and an aura of smoke around me and the filth of my work clothes I set out
and pace between the shadows in the grime, obscured from the glistening gods
overhead.
T1:10- I walked hurriedly home through the
night city, it’s a warm Friday night and of course people are out and about
enjoying the weather. I have little interest in stopping and smelling the
roses, I would like to just be back in my house. Nevertheless I do occasionally
have to stop and wait for traffic, tie my shoe, respond to a message, etc. When
I stop it feels like the experience bears down on me like a big gooey tidal
wave of static. There are drifting visuals on the buildings and on the sky,
like there is shadowy black water flowing down every surface. The whole world
feels like its slowly drifting and cascading, and my sense of body is trickling
into the concrete and flowing into the gutter. In contrast to this, a glowing
energy is rising through me, flaring into the atmosphere in an electric corona
crackle in fluorescent white light. I am buzzing, drifting, dizzy and
disoriented, but there is a stable energy springing through my limbs, ensuring
I remain locked into my path.
T1:20- I get home and am again thrown for a
disorienting loop by the change of setting. From the warm swirling night
rippling with energy, to the quiet dim light of the house with still, cool, conditioned
air. I interact briefly with my partner and do a few chores before taking a
shower. The space is warm and meditative, the sensation of hot water cascading
off my body is heavenly stimulation, steaming off of me as electricity courses
through my veins. The clatter of water on the tub echoes and reverberates into
a cacophony that pummels its way through my skull, pulling me into a trance. My
sense of body, my anchoring to our world swirled down the drain to mingle with my
languid long hairs, I am left in a daze where I am replaced by a simulacrum of
solidified light, a Theseus’ ship that felt naturally at my command, a body rinsed
away from the buzzing of electric nerves.
I usually take scalding hot showers, but I
already felt warm, walking all the way home in the balmy night, and the drug
felt like it had me warmer too. I turned the water down and savored a gentle cold
deluge, the chills shocking me back into reality a bit and pulling me back into
my body. I feel fairly lucid when I step out and dry off and dress myself, the
most noticeable effect being excess momentum in my movements and a numbness
across my skin.
T1:50- I talk to my partner a bit but can’t
really find much to say. I am in a bit of a daze. A lower dose taken previously
had me unable to stop running my mouth. It seems there is a sweet spot for
socializing. I go downstairs where its colder and plop down nice and clean on
the couch. I am buzzing with dissociation and stimulation, but my body feels
comfy and not overwrought. It feels nice to stretch out, listen to music, talk
to some people online. There is a daze and a dumbness that washes over me, it
doesn’t feel like the cognitive enhancement imbued by substances like 3-MeO-PCP
or 3-MeO-PCE, I am just empty and fast and dissociated. I would describe the
overall headspace of this drug as “shallow”, there really was no tendency towards
curiosity, flow of thought, processing, introspection, or pattern formation. It
is quiet and neutral, but it burns bright and hot. I am comfortable and
satisfied with the state I’m in, if a little restless.
I am past the peak but there is still a visual
drifting on the white of the walls, a messy wash of colors blending together to
form a contrasting visual mud. With my eyes closed it is a similar slow, steady,
radial motion.
T2:00- The sensation of stimulation has overtaken
the sensation of dissociation. All that remains is a sensation of floatiness
and weightlessness, a sensation of being ethereal, of defying gravity from the
energy in my veins. I am alert and talkative now, more articulate and coherent
than before. I am enjoying just lying here, taking in sensations. I am idly
playing Minecraft and listening to music, it seems like a perfectly mindless
way to wile away a delightfully mindless experience. I am beyond a daze, beyond
dumbness, now I am taken by a stimmy afterglow, a neutral sense of euphoria. I
really want to redose, it seems gone too soon, but for the sake of this report
I restrain myself.
T3:00- Playing good ol’ Chivalry Medieval
Warfare now, definitely on the downward slope. My partner comes down and interacts
for a bit. I feel a bit dazed and the physical stimulation is dying down, while
a distinct mental stimulation and clarity remains.
T4:00- Back to baseline almost entirely now
save for some residual numbness in my fingertips.
T4:30- Entirely down.
Conclusion: If I had to describe 3-Me-PCPy as
anything I would call it dissociative cocaine. And this isn’t just because it
supposedly shares a portion of its pharmacology with cocaine. It is short,
fast, fun, stimulating, euphoric, hedonistic, reinforcing, and low-commitment. It
stands apart from most of the other dissociatives for lacking in depth or introspective
ability- the dissociation is there but not in any meaningful way that has one
pondering their role in existence. It seems to conveniently obscure such
thoughts, or not allow room for them in the first place, just smacking a user
up with the physical and mental sensation of dissociation. It is perfectly
crafted for casual low-commitment use.
This isn’t to say this is a bad thing, there
are different drugs for different purposes. I see this one as serving the purpose
of an excellent party drug. A lower dose in a social setting was delightful, I
was articulate, disinhibited and confident, as though I had mixed cocaine and
alcohol (though 3-Me-PCPy has the added benefit of not having the toxic
metabolite, Cocaethylene).
One quality I would like to emphasize about this drug is that it could prove
quite troublesome to people prone to binging or compulsive use. The short
duration and the pleasant rush of the comeup lend to "chasing the
high", redosing again and again. Even in many situations where I only
planned on dosing once I found myself reneging on that and redosing anyway. For
this report I wanted to capture the experience of a single dose but I really
had to hold myself back from dosing again when I got home. In previous weeks I
found myself using it multiple days in a row, something I almost never do with
dissociatives. It feels light and purely recreational but people should be wary
of overuse, as the dissociative mania that builds with repeated doses could
easily devolve into the territory of stimulated psychosis. While I don't use
dissociatives daily, the relative functionality and short duration of this seem
dangerous in being a slippery slope into that territory.
The general qualities of the drug are such:
Dosage information carries the caveat that I
have a slight tolerance to dissociatives and that I tend to opt for more
intense experiences. I would consider 20 mg to be an upper cap on dosage. I
ventured beyond that but there seems to be diminishing returns, with the
experience asymptotically leveling out at the top. There was little discernible
difference between 20 and 30 mg beyond a greater sense of physical
dissociation. 20 mg felt like the fully fleshed effects of this compound. A 10
mg dose was delightfully social and warm and hypomanic, and redosing 5-10 mg bumps
spaced hours after an initial dose made for a fun night spent with others.
It is quite caustic to snort, burning
intensely for a short time and seeming to cause some sort of tissue damage that
can lead to nosebleeds the next day. Sublingual dosing was the same potency, though
this too left a sore spot on the mucus membrane. Oral dosage was a bit less
potent, but with a much longer comeup and less of a rush. No other routes of
administration have been attempted yet.
It hits fast depending on route of
administration- Onset for an intranasal dose is within 5 minutes, followed by a
15–30-minute comeup, about an hour peak, and a steady comedown for 2-4 hours. Duration
did not seem to increase with a higher dose.
Visual effects are light, often consisting of
subtle drifting or radial forms. There is a sense of constant motion, whether
it be textures perpetually flowing like an ancient creek or the dizzying steady
rotation that took hold when I closed my eyes. Auditory effects had a nice
synesthesia with tingling physical sensations. It was mildly physically
dissociating, not impairing movement enough to interfere with walking around in
public, though I definitely felt a good distance off-base. There were sensations
of creeping dissociation, crackling down my nerves like arcs of electricity. This
substance is distinctly stimulating, though not overwhelmingly so. The
stimulation exists in greater proportion to the other effects relative to drugs
like 3-MeO-PCP or 3-MeO-PCE though I would still distinctly classify this as a
stimulating dissociative rather than vice versa. The stimulation adds a lot of
motion and momentum to the experience-it pairs well with physical activity like
dancing or just going for a walk.
For those seeking a comparison to familiar
substances, it bears the most similarity to 3-Me-PCP and PCP, a moot comparison
because those drugs are fairly uncommon. It shares a quality of shallow,
hedonistic, stimulating dissociation. Perhaps the next closest thing would be 3-MeO-PCP,
though that substance is longer lasting, less stimulating, less physically dissociating,
more introspective, more visual, and more psychedelic. They seem worlds apart, though
when compared to a more sedating dissociative like ketamine, they can clearly be
classified together. As for the triple reuptake inhibitor activity? I cannot
say this is a sensation I can discretely pick out from a drug, though perhaps
the self-reinforcing dosage behavior and compulsion to redose this drug is
because of that property.
Overall, this is a light, fun dissociative
that is best for casual use, a fantastic and low-commitment party drug that
shines in social settings. Nevertheless, it should be approached with caution
and the utmost responsibility, I can imagine it would be very easy to make
mistakes with something so potent and seemingly forgiving.
Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. I’m always curious about the various pcp analogs.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to trying this one. You're the best, Nervewing
ReplyDeleteYou weren't kidding about the burn. Damn! Feels like I snorted cayenne pepper. Might have to switch ROA on this one. It even burns the throat. I'm thinking parachuting next time.
ReplyDeleteYeah definitely do a saline rinse after this one it's unkind
DeleteHello, I would like to ask if there is a way to solve the burning nasal cavity? How about recrystallization?
ReplyDeleteHaven't tried that. I think some compounds are just naturally caustic to mucous membranes
DeleteWonder if there's any way to reduce the caustic effects while keeping the same high. Would vaping it work?
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