...should be a more 'natural' form of THC delivery, yes, but I have heard that your stomach acids can do a number on it (unless it's suspended/dissolved in an alco/fat base), so you need approximately three times 'normal' dosage to get the same effect from eating.

I have Chronicus Maximus tolerance, and prefer to smoke it, but am looking forward to the time (SOON!) when I have /enough/ to eat, and can stop smoking (which has various minor health penalties that eating doesn't).

TRUE STORY--one of the highest times I've ever been in my life... (and from 'eating', too!)

Went to Britain a few years ago, to see younger brother's wedding. Weed is hard to score in UK, hash less hard, so I wound up scoring an O of decent hash for 45 quid (around $115Cdn at the time!).

Now, there was no way that we could smoke it all before leaving, and I was not taking any on the plane back home, so, after giving much of it away, and smoking as much as we could, the wife and I still had around 10g left.

We took two pieces of bread, buttered them, and then spread the hash on the bread like Marmite, folded 'em in half, and ate 'em on the train on the way to Heathrow... (or was it Gatwick... hmm)

Wifey couldn't get thru all of hers, so I ate it too. I estimate that she had 3-3.5 g, and I had 6.5-7g of some of the nicest hash I'd had in a while, tho kinda nasty to just wolf down. Waiting for the plane, I kept wondering when the firkin' hash was going to 'kick in'... or if my stomach just thrashed it.

We passed thru the security gates, were waiting in the 'final' departure lounge (you know, the one just before the tube you walk thru to get on the actual bird...), and I was just leaning up against the wall, watiting.

And then I felt the whole departure lounge move up, and down, like 3 ft, as if we were on a pier somewhere... My first thought was "wow... they built the departure thingy on a pier..." followed by "hang on... that's insane.... OH, I guess the Hash is kicking in now!"...

For the next half-hour, all I could feel was the "WHOOOMPH", as the departure lounge kept washing up and down with the non-existant waves. Somehow I got on the plane. I remember wrapping myself up in one of their shitty blankets, then nothing... then touching down in Canada like 15 seconds later....

Remember--this effect took like 6-7g of hash, eaten with butter on a nearly empty stomach...

Easiest flight I've never had

(c)C :chainsaw: