Spaceland - the first encounter

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Blows dust off phero membership Hey guys, been away for a while, but I’m ready to throw myself into the fray with a new delivery of pheros. Spaceland hitched a ride on this order, saturated the package and then the whole of my place with a funky flower-power, make-love-not-war, hippie odour that’s jumped straight out of the '60s. I could almost hear it say, “Peace, dude. Rock on. How about we go for a ride?”

The package wasn’t wet and the bottle was full, so no leak. All pheros arrived intact. But wow, whoa, does this stuff smell stronger than a room full of bad tempered skunks!

So, lets test this little visitor from out there, and I got the feeling it probably came from a little further out there than just jumping across the pond.

After an hour in the company of this little chemical wonder, I started to feel a little spaced out - literally. Going for a ride with this stuff probably isn’t the best thing to do. I was definitely feeling light-headed and found myself grinning like a loon at every slightly weird thought or quip that crossed my mind. Thank the goddess of pheros, I was alone at the time, or anyone passing would have thought I’d dropped a few marbles. You OK, bud? What’s so damned funny? No, strike that, what’s that funk?

So I just let the little bottle sit there for one night by the bed with the rest of its fellow pheros. Didn’t even have to spray the stuff; I could smell it all night long. I drifted off to sleep thinking of psychedelics, 60s chart hits, outrageous fashions and the era of free lovin’. Dreams were a lot more vivid than usual, more colourful, although nothing spectacular.

By the end of the night, it had burned away and I had to get up close to smell anything. The other bottles held their secrets well and refused to let even the smallest hint of scent run riot until I popped the cover. LOVE the Akuto on the latest A314. Love it.

The second day was on a weekend, so no office. I wouldn’t want to try wearing this to the office, it isn’t an “office” smell. So I went for a walk wearing it and walked straight past a police van. Oops. Here’s someone smelling like something that, if you wanted to be a suspicious cop, smells very hippie and very “suspicious”. Fortunately, the cops were in the bakers ordering lunch, but one law enforcement officer wasn’t. A deep bass growl started coming from the back of the van and a furry head appeared at the back window. A canine unit. He either didn’t like me or the pheros and started to “sing”. Crap. I quickly walked past before the cops came out and the mutt exploded into a frenzy of barking.

His handler came out. A cute brunette lady, late 20s, fills out her uniform very well, who, if I wasn’t so bothered about her recognising her canine partner’s “singing” and frantic barking for, “That guy smells funny! Let me at him!”, I would have locked eyes, maybe a grin and stopped for a chat. But no, I lost myself in the crowd before she could zero the source of the funk. Paranoia? Possibly. But I was taking no chances with the dog trying his level best to get some very sharp toothy handcuffs on my arms.

No effect on the crowd I passed through, btw.

The second night, I sprayed it on for a second time that day. 1 full spray only. Any more and I notice a dull headache starting. I noticed that my cat doesn’t care for it and leaves the room whenever I wear it. He wasn’t sleeping on my chest in the morning as he has done since he was a kitten. The spray was on my neck below the jaw. I woke up that night with a heavy nose bleed that I don’t believe was coincidence. Keeping it away from my face in future.

Spaceland had mutated into a sticky, off-smelling gunk on my neck by morning though, and I jumped in the shower to wash it off before heading to the racetrack with my buddies. No Spaceland that day. Throwing cars around a tight bend at 100 mph is not a good test for Spaceland’s noticed effects, but I’ll continue testing it in less dangerous situations.

Musk

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Holy freaking psychedelic trips, MuskCloud. You sure you didn’t drop some LSD by mistake?

Love the fact that you respected the copes enough to say baker, instead of what we all know to be truth: Donuts.

I wasn’t fond of the smell for the longest time and still not particular to it either but handle it.

I’m wondering about that nose bleed though. I have worn molecules to the extreme and have never had anything on me bleed out my nose. Once, at Taters bequest, I wore p83 to psychotic levels and still no bleeding, although my brain was bleeding into my skull. OK that was a joke.

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Spaceland smells like clary sage to my nose and, yep, is hippie funk to da max. It’s hard to cover with cologne but not as difficult as patchouli! Spaceland matches well with mary jane and, oddly enough, a clary sage version of TE (Heat?).

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I have a to-go of spaceland and I was just wondering, where are the best places to spray to avoid self affect? not that it’s a bad thing :smiley:

I sprayed it on the back of my neck (2 sprays) and boy…did I have a headache for a half an hour or so.

Thanks, SongBird

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not on topic but just to say…
last time people around me told me that it smelled like gas(petrol)
:confused:

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No, no donuts. The cutie in uniform that walked out was carrying what looked like prawn salad, no mayo. Mars bar and a cranberry juice drink. Very healthy meal, if you ask me. Except the Mars.

It was probably the alcohol carrier evaporating. It felt like a sharp sting to the nose before the herbal scent shoved its way in and took over. No immediate effect, but it seems to have one hell of a delayed punch.

Heh. :smiley: I remember that well.

You can’t spray it anywhere and escape. You can run, but you can’t hide. I didn’t even spray it the first time I tested it, and it still made me feel a little stoned. The stuff infiltrated everything and got everywhere.

Musk

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I cant say my experience with this stuff was nearly as exciting and psychedelic as yours.

In fact I experienced nothing but a very odd odor.

I really think that Spaceland is only effective when you are told prior to use what effect it will have… in other words only through the power of suggestion will this and probably many other self affecting pheros work.

I wish some one around here conducted some tests. Perhaps subscribe Spaceland to someone while it is marked as instant openness. Then ask the user how they felt. Do you think that person is going to say they felt almost high? or Spaced Out? Probably not.

I know I am sounding skeptical however all of you cant possibly deny that even if these pheros do work (which I am still deciding), suggestions from this forum really attribute to the reported effectiveness of these products.

Which is why I give an A+ to the business minds behind this company and this forum.

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Might be true for you now, but most of us develop a tolerance with regular use. I don’t feel anything with SL. Six sprays does nothing for me. In fact it’s been years since pheromones had any obvious self-effects on me. And that’s good as I don’t wear this shit for self-medication, but for self-enhancement and control of my targets. You really don’t want to fall on your own sword.

But, yeah, it’s stupid to spray any alcohol based product on or near your face. Not good for your lungs, eyes, nose or delicate skin. Apply lower down. I like it on my zipper area and forearms. Heat will carry it upwards just fine.

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It looks as though I’ll have to ignore the usual “pulse points” advice, unless applying to the wrists. I haven’t had a repeat of the nose bleeds, although dreams maintained their more-real-than-real colours when under the influence of Spaceland.

I’m learning to get a grip on the smiling at every funny little mental comment that passes through my head in the course of the day when wearing it. It doesn’t turn me into Chatty Cathy, and I wasn’t expecting it to. I can be a very quiet and thoughtful type of guy, and gabbing away like there’s no tomorrow just isn’t me, pheros or no pheros.

But it does seem to weaken the mental barriers enough so that I struggle to keep emotions from registering on my face with every thought.

When I’m convinced I’m totally immune, I’ll take it out to clubs and other social places and report back. Up until now, I’ve deliberately tested it in isolation from other people, or out in the open air.

Musk

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MuskCloud. What a great report - and so beautifully written too. I love your style of prose.

For some reason, I always have to read threads about Spaceland. It is foul-smelling, but so powerful. And the scent lingers. I stupidly sprayed some on the seats of my car - I think it was Tuesday. Anyway, the scent is still there!
That is one phero you cannot sneak past people. Does it really smell like marijuana?

I understand what the Godfather is saying about convincing yourself of the effects - but it really does make some people spacey. I’ve seen it.

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It stinks to high heaven, Phernoob. But on my skin, it doesn’t last long. 4 hours max. You have to touch your nose to the application point after that. After 8 hours sleep, it takes on a foul B.O. scent.

It can teach the Duracell bunny a thing or two about stamina on cloth. I can smell it on the bedclothes after 2 nights running and yes, it does smell like marijuana to my nose. Maybe to the cop too. Which is why I made a hasty exit when her partner started raising hell in the back.

Re: Godfather’s concerns, I can only post what I observed. The grinning at every weird thought that crossed my mind was so out of character, I had to post it. I thought I’d be in the padded room if anyone saw me. The more vivid than usual dreams. It definitely tampers with the brakes that regulate your responses, expressions and gestures in everyday society.

For me, it works. Amy couldn’t have chosen a better “prove it to me” pheromone. Did you give her that hug and squeeze from me, SteveO?

Musk

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Spaceland - the highs

It’s now been nearly two weeks of testing and the bottle is almost exhausted. A true MuskCloud, I dialled it up to the max and at 4 sprays, LOL, it kills everything. Cats sprint away from you when you approach; dogs twitch and look nervous if you stand upwind - even if you’re tens of metres away, they run or get aggressive if you move closer - and I swear birdsong in the trees goes quiet when you walk under them.

Even the pigeons, who normally sidle up to you on the bench when you’ve brought lunch and eyeball you with one eye and then the other, stayed away. Not one coo from the feathered squadron lined up ready on the wires and perched on the ledge above my head. Not one dared to come down to ground level.

At one or two sprays, I can venture out in public after an hour in hiding to let it dry and with moderate cover. Even allow myself on public transport without the paranoia of being thrown off for inciting an alpha androstenol-fuelled rave on the bus.

An interesting result happened on the bus ride. Normally, the bus can be packed solid at rush hour and no-one talks or even acknowledges the guy or girl sat next to them. You watch them get on, and you can almost sense the glowing blue bubble of an energy shield around them that says, “Don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me!”

Everyone maintains the vacant, 1000-yard stare off into the middle distance and most slam their iPods into their ears, or play obsessively with their mobiles, or bury their heads in the morning paper, dead to the world. That’s the way it is.

“Hiya.”

Out of the blue. Whoa, lightning bolt. Surprise. “Uh, hey.”

“Wanna listen to my iPod?”

I’m still a little bemused that a stranger, a girl around 20 years old, is actually talking to me on the bus. Better than that, she’s offering one earbud, so I could listen to what she had playing. When you’re on the bus, you don’t talk. Much less offer to let a stranger listen to whatever music you have playing.

A voice I hadn’t heard for nearly 20 years came out. A very distinctive voice - Ann Wilson, singing Heart’s All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You, brought back memories of being a kid making out behind the bushes again after school.

I ignored the voice in the back of my head that wondered if this was a pass - the lyrics were suggestive, to say the least. “Yeah, don’t mind if I do. You like Heart?”

“Ya. Most music now is awful. Friends think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.” She pulls a face, wrinkles her nose and pouts. Looks unbearably cute.

I had to agree with her there about music now. Suddenly, the guy stood at the side of us agrees too. Turns out he’s a Whitesnake fan who still had a crush on Tawny, the model in most of Whitesnake’s videos. Chorus of “Phwoar!” and “I’d give her one!” from his buddies stood next to him.

Others chime in with their own favourites. Suddenly the back half of the bus erupts into an animated debate and then bits and pieces of lyrics from hits of the last 40 years or so.

It starts to spread to the front half. Mostly elderly women who start yakking to each other as only women can do. By the time the bus gets to where it’s going, the normally comatose interior was utterly transformed into a noisy, laughing, animated place to be. The bus driver, who had been shooting us weird glances in his mirrors, was grinning like a goofball.

I never got her name though. Pity.

Spaceland did that? Or did it just take someone flapping their jaws a little to set them all off? Anyway, it made for an enjoyable ride.

Musk

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Wow, great writing style; makes me want to ride the bus!

I read your thread while looking for ideas on how / where to use Spaceland. It’s probably the last phero I would buy, but it came as a freebie with today’s order. Being in my forties, working from home and being married to someone who doesn’t know about my mone use, I think this bottle will remain full forever…

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Go on, Omphalos. Be a devil. :smiley: 1 or 2 sprays left to dry on the skin for an hour - or two, if you’re paranoid - and then covered with your favourite scent should be enough. Take a trip on public transport or go with friends to the local bar.

Out in the open air, only animals seem to react to it. You need to be in a restricted space with limited air flow. Crammed like sardines in a bus, or in a crowded bar. Just let the Spaceland rip through them!

That’s what I’m going to do, take a trip to the local pub. Pubs are closing down right, left and centre here, but there’s one that all the locals go to. This bottle is nearly empty now. It’ll go out with a blast!

I’ll write a report up over the weekend to conclude the Spaceland trials.

Thanks for the rep!

Musk

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I like this state of mind, as it prevents from going too far to hasty conclusions that could be wrong and give bad characteristics to pheros.

When I started with pheros I thought the same. Avoid suggestion, don’t change your behavior. Don’t be the opposite of the pheros and don’t go with them.
It’s not always been easy and that’s why I still need to be more convinced by some of them.
It also brings momentum when you do nothing and get incredible hits with EO A314 or TUTH. Just being yourself.

Now about Spaceland I know there are other ways to “open your brain” so I guess it’s one more funny way to do it. Maybe it should be told “the Chakra Opener” ! :slight_smile:

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That’s a question I ask myself especially since coming here :

Do the pheros pull people up to really good, fantastic destinations or do they just repair the social break ? Many people don’t talk on the bus. Because they don’t know each another and have been told not to talk to strangers.
Though so many of us would enjoy talking to new people and we are afraid of making the first step in case one of these people looks down at us.

So if pheros put the barriers down it’s good !
If they lead us to unbelievably wonderful heights it even better.

And if they do both… let’s all Spaceland !

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you should have said to the cutie cop, “you can handcuff me anytime sweetheart..”
ahahaaa

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Maaaaan, I love your style… cracks me up… reps for you !:smiley::smiley::smiley:

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Spaceland - the trials are complete

Well, guys, the trials are complete and the bottle is exhausted. Wearing this hippie mix has been a blast. Wearing it, I’ve had some wild dreams under its influence. It helped to raise the dead on a bus ride and put a police canine unit in anger management therapy.

But with the last 2 full sprays, I took it down to the bar - after waiting 2 hours for it to dry down and submit to being covered.

The barmaid took my order of a rum and coke with her usual friendly disposition and a wide smile. While I waited, I turned my back on the bar to survey my target-rich environment and get a “before” picture, before the Spaceland had a chance to do its work.

Workmen taking over one corner and downing pints, suit-wearing professionals standing at the bar, a group of 20-something girls getting a fit of the giggles and competing to down the most liquor shots, and random members of the public.

I turned back just in time to catch the barmaid putting the drink on the bar with a flourish and a small bounce on her heels that made her chest jiggle. Tight low-cut T-shirt and very tight jeans that emphasised every curve. Mid 20s, full lips, shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, around 5’7". Va-va-voom figure. Nice.

I paid for the drink; she took the money with a just-for-you smile, slightly longer than necessary eye contact and a touch of her hand on mine. It wasn’t necessary, I was holding out the folded tenner by the edge. She could have taken it easily without any physical contact. But she moves off to serve someone else at the other end of the bar and that was that.

I notice a blonde woman in the mirror above the bar, early 30s, come up behind me and order a cocktail that I’ve never tried before. I glance to my right and give her a nod, acknowledging her presence. She returns the nod with a smile and a wink. I open with the line, “That’s a new one for me. Never tried it. What’s in there?”

“Slippery Nipple? A lot of sambuca and Baileys. A knockout if you have more than 3, darling.”

We head off into a chat about the raunchy names some cocktails have. The Slippery Nipple, Slippery Dick, Orgasm and others. Some had names that made us laugh until we cried. You don’t wanna know what the “Cowboy” cocktail does for kicks. :smiley:

By then, she had been in my phero cloud for around 10 minutes. She’d barely touched her cocktail and suddenly I was under fire. Someone lit the afterburners and her tongue was streaking away at Mach 4. Her life, her friends’ lives, her puppy’s life, her relationship, her ex-boyfriends and husband, her job, her boss, her new car. She went on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Christ!

Next to me at approximately 4 metres distant, the suits became much more animated and silly, cracking jokes, jigging each others drinks when they were trying to drink them. I glanced across to see how much they had to drink. They were still on their first pint each and spent much of the time until now in serious conversation.

The workmen were unaffected, over in their corner. Spaceland has limited radius, even with fans in the ceiling. The competing girls were by now completely rat-faced and were almost comatose, slumped across their table, red-faced and sweating. Useless for testing purposes.

I glance back at the blonde who, in her verbal brain dump, gave me her name. Sandra. The barmaid suddenly reappears and joins in with her own tongue under orders to fire at will. Infinite ammo. :open_mouth:

We were talking, myself only able to get the occasional word in edgeways, for two hours with the occasional break to allow the barmaid, who’s name is Helen, to serve others. She came straight back to us when she’d finished and carried on where she left off.

I had to excuse myself after those two hours, feeling utterly wiped. I’m not trying Spaceland or its weaker Openness cousin, around women ever again unless I want to suffer the consequences. But the suffering was not for nothing.

I got both their numbers without asking for them. A full body contact hug, kiss and cuddle from both of them and offers of, “We must meet up again sometime, honey. Nice talking with you, darling. There’s something about you. You’re so easy to talk to.” :smiley::cool::wink:

Musk