After my initial testing of P78, I had dropped my roommate to a friends house and decided to cook up something I’ve been researching the hell out of.
I was researching the effects of some of the T series molecules after becoming intrigued with reports. Everything from the -none buffering aspects of TAC, to the TAL “your one of the girls” reports. This led me to ratios, and finding the best average dosages of the molecules I was interested in as reported by members here. In doing so I became inspired with Wildflowers stunning mix, after looking up info on Meo-est. Well, with THAT out of stock, I decided to do some tweaking on my own.
Credit for the base of this mix goes to Evolver, Wildflower, and Snoopyace!
The mix I used is:
P83 37.5 mcg
B-nol 52.5 mcg
TAC 22.5 mcg
TAL 7.5 mcg
none 7.5 mcg
Those are the final applied dosages after applying 3 sprays. One shared between wrists, and one to either side of neck. Covered with CB I hate perfume wild hunt.
This mix now resides as a base for testing as 25ml in a standard 30ml blue spray bottle. DAMN this was expensive!
Rational?
I’m getting older, so I can play with higher dosage -none, and my persona doesn’t need much -rone (I get the “you’re so serious” thing as it is until you engage me), so I have the equivalent of 3 sprays of standard TUTH. THIS is now buffered with the TAC, which I read will ease the tensive edge off it, along with TAC’s other reported benefits. Perfect! Add back a bit of P83 (one of my staple favorites for the last year or so) to flesh out the masculinity to something more full. I always pair TUTH with P83. Neither feels like a full meal without the other… hell, I pair EVERYTHING with P83! Now add in the TAL, and maybe I will actually be INCLUDED in the girl-talk? perhaps? More info is ALWAYS better! Yes! Of course, none of this is any good without someone WANTING to talk to you in the first place… mmmm… B-nol! Screw WANTING to talk to me, you NEED to!
Ahem. yeah. so… that was the basic idea… but… I’ve layered and never mixed… and it’s a Monday… at a bar… eh. what the hey, at least I can chat up the bartender, I have decent friend rapport with her.
Walk in and order a beer. Strike up conversation with bartender. She’s a late-20’s caucasian, engaged, flirty because it’s her job… but views me less a customer and someone she would talk about OTHER customers to. I’ve always been the “relief” for bartenders it seems. Someone they know they don’t have to entertain, so I get used as a getaway when they need a break. That’s a huge compliment to me BTW.
Well within 5 minutes, somehow my ex is mentioned (they used to work together), and she just starts SPILLING the beans on all sorts of stuff. not in a overt overdose of IH sort of way, but in a very natural way. She KNOWS she’s doing it, she even mentions that she doesn’t gossip… and this is true and a well known and liked aspect of her. But it’s done in a very basic, but fun, open communicating way. My conversation with her was always perfectly…timed? no interruptions on anyones part, just fluid and natural. Very good overall mood. No NEEDING to get a point out. No frustrated urgency. Smiles all around.
Skip out for a smoke and pass an early 30-ish African-American woman with whom I used to flirt with. We DID have one night together, but that was over a year and a half ago… maybe more? Either way, hadn’t seen her in a bit. She’s talking with a few women next to her, and grabs my arm as I walk past. She pulls me in for a hello hug and a kiss on the cheek… pulls back, holds me by my arms kinda just looking at me… then kisses me full on the lips. Not too heady, just a bit more than a peck though.
Outside smoking… she walks out… looks straight at me and exclaims “My god you are so pretty”. Um.. yeah.. I flushed a bit :o. We spoke again for a second, then I headed back to my seat.
OK… NOW she comes sliding BACK over to me (I’m at the full other end of this place), and essentially asks me, in a VERY clipped and shy way (NOT like her! She’s VERY sure of herself and in control) if I would mind posing for her… as a model.. for drawing… implied nude… while she is literally looking me up and down and being VERY overt. Grasping my arms, and essentially sizing me up and remarking on the way the fabric of my shirt lays across my chest. All the while at this, My face is flushing HARD. Not the embarrassed flush… but the “OMG I may have OD’d on -none” phero-rush flush. Well, I didn’t say a damn thing.. but SHE starts just laughing and fanning her face
! remarks that she’s flush! HA! Possible making of rapture as far as I can feel, and the world is slowly closing off around us, total focus on one another… I DO pull back though to ask one simple question with a wry smile, never breaking eye contact. “Isn’t that you’re boyfriend over there”. OK. not only does that not break her train, she wants me to come join them all for drinks! I respectfully decline, and she takes my phone and types her number into it before rejoining her friends.
Another drink, been oh, two hours now, same type of conversation with the bartender as before… possibly a bit more open. Had two more smokes outside… KINDA may have gotten the evil-eye from the boyfriend. I make it known through my actions that I am in no-way a threat to their relationship and have zero intention on doing so. Either way, she leaves at some point… I see him texting a lot… then she’s back in a half hour and they’re both gone… looking non-too-pleased either! uh oh.
Well, about to tab-out and leave when an old friend and her two new friends walk in. After a brief hello and hug, she pulls me around and DEMANDS that I join them at a table, telling me they are having a girls night out! Umm.. TAF perhaps? either way, I am laughing myself silly inside! After much cajoling I join them. Actually, she had me bring one of the drinks over to the table as her hands were full. When I set it down, she had grabbed my coat and drink and was bringing it to the table! sneaky little minx!
The bartender kept calling me a “wanted man”![]()
Well, the rest of the night went very well, I was being pushed toward one of the women that was single, even though I did make mention that even though I am single, I AM emotionally involved with a few friends that I’d like to see where thing go. The one woman with a boyfriend made it known straight away that she had a boyfriend… but treated me in a way that made me think she was saying it to reassure HERSELF on that fact. I gave all three a ride home, and was eventually teased about possibly cooking breakfast for the last girl… and she’s a Chef! I did give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek (she made a move for lips, but I can’t lead anyone on… knowingly. been there on both sides. sucks). She then took my phone and called her cell with it so I would have her number! yes, two in one night, one a complete stranger. She paused and said how nice that was (a peck on the cheek?)… kinda just looked at me. Not sad.. perhaps a true DIHL. Then almost RAN out of the car to her door. She did text me soon after asking if I had made it home alright.
Conclusion:
well, only one test so far… but man, I like this! it’s really congruent to my demeanor. I did NOTHING for what happened. I actually worked against it. Everything felt smooth and conversation was never forced. It was almost movie-dialogue perfect at times. I usually get flustered and mix words. Not this night. The underpinnings of a deep, locked, sensuality were definitely there, but all the aspects seem to be able to be controlled for when appropriate. Now, aside from Mr. Boyfriend, I hadn’t interacted with any males… save for one guy who sat next to me at the bar earlier. I was calm and cool and collected and happy.. he was fidgety, and kept looking my way. I KNOW he wanted to say SOMETHING. ANYTHING… but I just kinda let my eyes glaze over and chilled. Finally someone spoke on the other side of him and he damn near exploded into animated conversation with them, pulling the bartender in as well. Also, the bartender was complaining of being tired and having a bad-ish day when I first came in, by mid evening I saw zero trace of that. I just felt so in control with this. Usually a dose of Honesty will kick my butt and I’ll fall on my own sword, but not tonight. no-sir. Felt very openly focused the whole time.
One thing, I kept correcting my posture. I know if I wore A314, my back would damn near hurt from being so straight. Now, I wasn’t slouching by any means, but I kept NOTICING that I was not standing true. weird.
I’m real tempted to go out and try this again tonight. I’d like to explore a bit of the male interaction side to make sure I didn’t really screw up… after all, I have a big dang bottle of the stuff. I DO however have some P78… perhaps I’ll add one spray of that. I also have a dilution of 2 drops EoW in a 30ml… but I have very specific people to try that with whom I KNOW are bisexual, but have been seeking me out as of late.
alright, screw-it I’m going out again! ![]()