DOSE: T+ 0:00	unknown mg	oral	DOB	(liquid)
T+ 2:00	125 ug	oral	Pharms - Triazolam
T+ 16:00	125 ug	oral	Pharms - Triazolam

BODY WEIGHT:

73 kg

**Background information:**

- sex: male
- age: 28
- weight: 73 kg
- setting: nervous, apprehensive but excited
- set: at home alone, later with my current girl acquaintance
- medication: 20 mg telmisartan, not medically necessary but taken for improved vascular health and other benefits. It’s also been extremely helpful for PEA-related headaches.

DOB is one of those molecules that I had always dreamed of trying when I first got into the RC scene and started reading about Alexander Shulgin. It‘s one of those chemicals that I somehow connected to on a, let‘s say, spiritual level for a lack of better words, long before ever trying it. The daunting duration of action, the reportedly rough body load, the raw stimulation, and the overall intensity always made it sound like a challenge that I eventually wanted to take on. Although the question had always been, when is the right time? I have tried a few other DOx compounds like DOF, DOC, DOM, DOIP, as well as other long-lasting PEA‘s like TMA-2, mescaline, 2C-T-4, 2C-T-7, 2C-E, 2C-EF etc. to familiarize myself with this space but never felt truly ready for it.

A friend of mine gifted me ~65 mg of some VVS-looking DOB•HCl crystals about two years ago, and upon receiving them, I made a 0.2 mg/mL microdosing solution with a few milligrams of what I had received. I tested it once at 1 mL after making the solution and had an expected reaction to it. Nothing to write home about, but it was light-hearted, fun, stimulating and socially enhancing. After that, I let the solution sit in my fridge for 1.5-2 years in a blue dropper bottle.

Two nights ago, while I was a little high on THC edibles scrolling on my computer I thought of it again and on a whim decided that tomorrow would be the right day. I was bored, had nothing to do the next day, and had been postponing my DOB experiments for far too long. At the end of the day, it was only a small-to-moderate dose, and if you don’t just go for it, you’ll never do it. I set my alarm for 6 AM the next day to clean the apartment, go grocery shopping, and prepare myself for my 1 mg DOB dose.

**DOB•HCl (unknown dose, oral) / Report:**

T:00:00: -
After finishing my morning routine, I grabbed the dropper bottle from the fridge and drew up 5 mL (5 mL × 0.2 mg/mL = 1 mg) with a syringe. I poured the liquid into a small beaker, diluted it with some water, and immediately drank about 2/3 of the contents.

T:00:15: +
Wait, why am I already feeling something? There is substantial mydriasis and my head is warm and tingly. I look into the beaker again and notice tiny particles floating around, I am unsure whether those particles are undissolved DOB crystals or if it‘s fine dust because the beaker had been sitting in my cupboard for quite a while. I am getting nervous, did I screw something up? Is this the first mistake in my ten years of experimenting with drugs? Shit, I forgot to shake the bottle before taking out my dose. I check on the dropper bottle again and pour the contents out in a glass to see if there is undissolved DOB floating around but I can‘t really see anything unusual. I also check on my older solutions of DOC and DOIP but they look fine too. I text an online friend about my potential dosing mishap, but he asks the right questions to comfort me. The DOB HCl is very unlikely to precipitate at this concentration and that even if I‘d consumed the whole bottle of DOB it wouldn‘t be fatal. I am just feeling the effects quickly because it was in solution and I had an empty stomach. I am swirling the beaker but the particles are just floating around without dissolving. I deem my uncertainty as invalid and drink the remaining 1/3 of the beaker.

T:00:45: +
The euphoria ramped up significantly in the past thirty minutes, I am feeling uplifted, albeit physically glued to the couch. I drink some magnesium water to counteract the potential muscle tension, vasoconstriction and other negative body effects the DOB might induce in the next hours. I put on some music and start to relax into the experience. The music sounds wonderful, I am enjoying myself.

T:01:15: ++
Damn, this is getting strong. I am already questioning myself and the decision to trip today. The visuals have been mild so far, some minor drifting and slow morphing here and there but the headspace is coming on strong. It reminds me of my challenging 2C-E experience a few years ago where I tripped solo on a moderate dose and was getting completely overwhelmed. This is already having shades of that. Don‘t panic now, you wanted this, try and go with the flow. This is going to be over soon.. ah, come on, who am I kidding?

T:01:45: ++
The OEV’s have now transformed from drifting and morphing to geometric patterns on the wall. When I close my eyes, I’m greeted by beautiful colors, moving structures, abstract shapes, and buildings. The stimulation is now very apparent, I am restless and my mind is wandering off. My stomach growls, but my appetite is suppressed. I go to the kitchen counter and grab a bag of salted pistachios. I frantically peel them one by one with a blank stare and shove them into my mouth. The salty taste is good, but it doesn‘t distract me from the fact that this experience is getting stronger by the minute. I grab some dark chocolate and a banana, they taste amazing as well, but I need to focus on my breathing.

T:02:00: +++
I text the same friend, explaining that my reality is warping and that the headspace is consuming me. He sends reassuring messages and a few trippy pictures that keep me occupied. The visuals are absolutely insane, way more than I expected there to be at this dose. My body is a bit uncomfortable, I am unsure what to do with all this stimulation but there is no nausea luckily. I feel cold, my heart rate is elevated, and I’m hypomanic and euphoric, yet uneasy because this is more than I anticipated. I realize it’s only been two hours since ingestion and the effects haven’t even peaked. I react and eat a half tablet of triazolam (0.125mg) that was lying on my desk.

T:02:30: +++
This is absolutely insane! This drug is absolutely insane. I close my eyes and I‘m entering hyperspace, the visual hallucinations are so intense, I think the only thing more impressive was when I vaporized some DMT on LSD a little over a year ago. My body is twitching and I am now very manic. The drug has completely overtaken my psyche, I am only an observer now. The small dose of Halcion barely affects me, perhaps it made me a bit more careless but the strength of the DOB was not diminishing at all.

T:03:00: +++
From here on it gets a little blurry. I quickly went to the toilet for a pee and notice that the skin on my arms looks yellow and dead, I have goosebumps and I am cold. My fingers look scrawny and it feels like I am withering away. I drink some water and run back to my couch to lie down. The stimulation is getting out of control. I am clenching my fists and my body in full force, it feels like I am channeling all the energy into the psychedelia in what feels like a positive feedback loop. I close my eyes and see myself from an outside perspective in the fetal position covered in fractals. My emotions are switching back and forth really quickly. I feel angry at myself but have no choice but to surrender.

T:03:30: +++(+)
I can‘t highlight enough how unique the DOB headspace is. I have never experienced such pure mania and this piercing mental sharpness on any other psychedelic. This apparent clearheadedness slowly fades into confusion. I am pressed into the couch so forcefully, asking myself if I were at peace, would I know that I might die right now? I remain lucid enough to know that I wasn‘t actually going to die but the DOB was stripping away my sanity. At this moment, I begin to sense serenity and drift into a visual landscape and odd scenarios I can barely describe. I experience clean euphoria and synaesthesia. The music dictates my CEV’s and my feelings. I feel guilty for allowing myself to feel such hedonistic sensations, but the guilt is quickly replaced by a sense of egotistical empowerment: I am on top of the world and allowed to feel however I want. I notice the switch from fear to grandiosity and am amazed.

T:04:00-06:45: +++(+)
I am shifting in and out of consciousness, I have almost no base in reality. Things I do are happening because of automatism, I text the girl I‘ve been seeing (let’s call her M) that I was fine, I eat an orange or two, I go to the toilet again, and briefly stand by the window for fresh air. The street outside looks surreal, bright, and heavily distorted. At one point, I think I take another half tablet of triazolam (0.125 mg), but I am unsure if I actually do. I know that anything I do is out of my control. I lie down on the couch again and alternate between short-lasting fugue states and perceived clarity. Immense pleasure courses through me. Somewhere in all this, I feel as if I am having a religious or spiritual experience, but judging by my partial amnesia the triazolam likely did block a few things out and made me more distant to what was happening around me. Although it‘s still possible that the DOB itself causes these attention lapses. I remember pointing to my ceiling lamp and it folding up into a portal to heaven.

T:06:45: +++
I start to regain consciousness. It feels like awakening from an intense dream or slowly recovering parts of my memory after a k-hole. I am disoriented but immensely grateful. I am so happy. I feel reborn.

T:07:00: +++
I jump up from the couch laughing in absolute disbelief. Holy shit. What just happened. My 2C-E experience was more negative, but this was far more encompassing and intense. Unsure what exactly happened I immediately go back to the fridge and pour out 5mL of the solution onto some aluminium foil that I tared beforehand to evaporate the solvent off on the induction burner. In my hastiness, I also eat something and do other nonsensical things, completely forgetting to weigh the residue. I become confused by the scattered aluminum foil and throw all of it away, not that measuring the tiny, possibly improperly dried amount, would be accurate anyway.

T:08:00-11:00: +++
I was listening to Harry Styles‘ album Fine Line on repeat during this experience. It seems I put it on some time during the peak because it gave me comfort. The visuals at this point are still strong but nowhere near the madness that unfolded three hours ago. The euphoria is incredible, the plateau phase began somewhere around here and I am sensing security. I am reading about DOB, talking about DOB with other people online, I feel an urge to socialize and tell people about DOB but I feel vulnerable and I‘m glad I am in my safe space. My stomach hurts a bit and I manage to eat some bread with cheese and warm up a heating pad for my stomach.

T:11:00: ++
I don’t know how time flies by so quickly, just a while ago I was counting minutes. The stimulation is very prominent, and I am almost jogging around my apartment doing chores, feeling light-hearted. DOB is the most insane psychedelic I have ever tried.

T:12:00: ++
M came over just now. She is really caring, calm and reassuring, we chill and cuddle on the couch together. I tell her what I remember from the experience while listening to music. I am trying to describe the visuals to her, and it feels like I am talking in hyper speed. She tells me that apart from my huge pupils I look and behave normally. My thoughts seem to be much faster and more chaotic than the words I am actually saying.

T:13:00-16:00: ++
The plateau is really enjoyable, the time practically flies by. We talk enthusiastically and I am switching between states of hypomanic stimulation and exhaustion. I am tired but too wired to actually rest. She falls asleep in my arms while I am trying to figure out what exactly happened.

T:16:00-19:00: +
M goes to bed and I remain on the couch for a while just passing the time and waiting for the residual stimulation to wear off. Eventually I conclude that I’m ready for bed and eat a tablet of triazolam (0.250mg). I join her in bed but am forced to stay awake for a while.

T:19:00-22:00: +
I sleep lightly for three hours and wake up dizzy from the benzodiazepine but my mind is wide awake.

T:23:00-25:00: +
I am unable to fall asleep again and just stare at the ceiling for a while before getting up and hopping into the shower.

T:26:00: -
My pupils are returning to normal size, and I feel really tired. I nap for thirty minutes but will stay awake until 11 PM (T:38:00) of the same day.

After-effects:
The rest of the day is spent in relative silence and is fairly uneventful. I am emotionally flat and develop a headache 28 hours after intake, which I resolve with 400 mg ibuprofen. I feel slightly nauseous throughout the day, but food, water, and rest take care of it. I notice frequent urination, even though I did not drink large amounts of water that day.

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**Conclusion:**
Fortunately nothing tragic happened and I am glad that everything went fine. I will be giving myself a big time to rest and to integrate the experience. The big question remains, what on earth happened? Was it stupid of me to try DOB alone for the first time without a sitter? Yes. Was it forseeable that 1 mg would induce such an extreme response? Not really. Of course there is a chance that things go not as planned but this was far more than I ever anticipated. I brought my dropper bottle with me to my university where I had access to a 0.001 mg lab balance, tared an eppi tube and micropipetted out 0.5 mL (= 0.1 mg DOB•HCl) of the solution. I put a small piece of aluminium foil over it, poked a couple tiny holes in it and let the solvent evaporate. When I weighed the eppi again I was shocked to see that instead of the expected 0.100 mg the residue weighed 0.456 mg. How did the concentration increase by over 4.5x? This would mean that over two years >70% of the solvent evaporated, which seems unrealistic to me.

I still have no explanation for what happened. The only thing I can conclude is that my dose range was somewhere between 1 mg and 4.56 mg. Use this as a reminder to check on your older solutions and use tight bottles where solvent evaporation is minimal. Always label the fluid levels and renew your stock solutions every once in a while. Dose responsibly, and have a sitter + sedatives ready when using psychedelics.

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 119395
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 28
Published: Jan 20, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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