Hard experience has taught me all too well the vicissitudes of ordering internationally. How many of my packages have been lost on the rocky shoals of US customs? How many underpaid postal workers in third world countries have enjoyed buzzes purchased with my bitcoins? I shudder to think of the injuries which have been done unto me. Yet in the end the temptation proved too great to overcome. French heroin. Even the very words are beautiful. They evoke visions of smoking opium with Baudelaire and Cocteau while Antonin Artaud shoots up in the corner. And so I was seduced yet again. Cursing my weakness, I placed my order and counted my money lost.
A week passed, or was it almost a week? Yes, that is right, it was only six days until the message arrived. A plain letter with a simple stamp, containing a vacuum-sealed baggie and some faintly pink-tinted tan pebbly powder. It burned as I sniffed a sampler line. I had expected something smoother. Was this what fueled the Grand Guignol? No wonder they all thought the world was shit... wait... wait... WAIT...
Gentle readers, I am not unacqainted with Queen Heroin's embrace. This was different. Europedrugs' powder was not so strong as Supremesmoke's #4 but it has an astonishing warmth to it. It is not like a hug so much as a footrub all over your body: I've only felt this kind of euphoria with the best black tar. And four hours later I was still feeling its tingly joy. This is some of the most recreational heroin I've ever tried. But it is also some of the most stimulating. Be careful about taking it before bedtime or you may find yourself staring out into the darkness wishing your pipe dreams would become real ones.
haha..nicely accurate description..french heroin it is not of course, sorry to shatter that romantic dream..but to be lyrical about the quality we understand..as for eu.dr., no worries, they work like a swiss clock...