B+ Spore Syringe (10cc)

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Grow the best selling magic mushroom strain at home from this spore syringe (10ML).

B+ is a very-easy-to-cultivate strain. Ideal growing circumstances are best if you want to create really large mushrooms, especially a substrate that is rich of nutrients is important here. A really big caramel colored cap will be formed then. But the B+ mushrooms will also grow quite well under mediocre conditions.
(These spore syringes are sold for microscopy and taxonomy use only. They are not intended for cultivation purposes.)

Strain Origin: Unknown
Cap: 25-75 mm in diameter, hemispheric to convex expanding to broadly convex to nearly plane with age. Dark red maturing to golden brown. Surface viscid with apparent gelatinous layer when very wet, soon smooth from drying. Fine fibrillose veil remnants when young that soon disappear. Flesh white soon bruising bluish green.

Stem: 150-200+ mm in length. Typically equal, sometimes slightly enlarged at base, sometimes contorted. Yellowish to buff with a reflective sheen, bruising bluish, hollow. Partial veil membranous leaving a persistent membranous annulus that is well dusted with purplish brown spores even before tearing away from the cap.

Gills: Attachment adnate to adnexed. Grayish coloration in young fruit bodies becoming nearly black in maturity.

Spores: Dark purplish brown, subellipsoid, 13 by 8 micrometers on 4-spored basidia

The B+ is formerly misrepresented as Psilocybe azurescens.

Detail of separable gelatinous pellicle: This feature seems to be unique to the "B+" among cubensis. When young and fully hydrated the cap has a transparent amber colored layer of cells that quickly oxidizes upon removal to a more opaque blue gray color. The texture is like a thin stretchable layer of gelatin. Note the area where the pellicle has been removed is dull.

I am Mr.G the isolator and creator of the B+. I never sold it or made a penny off of it. I gave it to selected vendors whom I felt were honest and reliable. I am much more into Lab work then selling and don't need the money. Sporeworks purchased it and bad mouthed me because nothing is "authentic" unless he says and he has no formal education in mycology, genetics or lab work!
I am half cherokee Indian and all I asked was that people please give credit to the creater. The B+ was a spore print purchased by me from JLF in 1995. Due to a lab accident where the spores were heated to 250f at 15psi for 30 minutes. I was trying to see if it was practical to resterilize syringes. I filled the syringes with Pan. Tropicalis spore solution and the mycelium that formed was the strongest, whitest, healthiest I had ever seen. It was not pan mycelium. When it fruited it was B+, 5 different mycologists have said it is not a cubensis or an azurescen. It is it's own mutated species due to the mutations from the heat. Ever heard of evoloution??
Please credit Foggy Mountain Farms and Mr.G for the development and sell your little hearts out! I will back you up and no one wants to print the true story that it was really created as a "lab accident". Mark at JLF admitted he sold it to me as an Azurescen. The problem is we have no idea what it was originally before the mutation to B+. Mr.G


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(February 11 - 2014)

Peace and Crackers
Written by: T-Slice

I had grown a batch of B+ cubensis mushrooms with spore syringes that I bought off the internet. On this particular day I was eager to check on how my second batch was drying in their desiccant chamber. This second set of shrooms had come from syringes that I made myself using spore prints from their parents. Making my own syringes and then successfully growing a tub full for the first time made this experience more meaningful to me. I hadn't bought them off of "some guy" - I made them myself. These were mine.
I took out three large mushrooms from their desiccant box. They looked and felt ready. I was ready. I quickly got out my scale to weigh them – 4.2 grams. "That's a little much" I thought to myself. I was going back to college soon, and it was a beautiful summer day in rural Pennsylvania, so I quickly decided, "Fuck it. It'll be awesome".

I went out onto my porch at around 12:00 PM with the shrooms and a bottle of Gatorade. I sat on the ground for ten minutes with my eyes closed, and started some breathing exercises to clear my mind; I wanted this experience to be as peaceful as possible. After my little meditation session, I spent the next few minutes chewing up the shrooms and then washing them down with Gatorade. I waited around 20 minutes before walking to an area next to a harvested corn field across the street, which is where I was going to spend the majority of my trip. Within 20 minutes of being on the farmland I was feeling the effects.

I sat at the top of a grassy hill that had a downwards slope (see attached picture for better representation). Within the dirt patch to my left was a small green caterpillar that quickly acquired my full attention. It had become nature's accordion. Its front end would lift up and its body would stretch out to five times its normal size, and then its back end would lift and the body would compress. Meanwhile, the light green markings on the caterpillar vibrated on its body, and all of its paired legs would move in unison at a constant pace. If someone from the road were to stop and watch me, they would have seen a person sitting upright staring at the ground dumbfounded for around an hour.
The sublime weather stole my attention soon after that. The uniformly blue sky was inhabited by soft white cartoonish looking clouds. The breeze was cool and light, and in combination with the sun's heat, it made me feel like I was covered in a thin layer of water. I laid down with my eyes closed and arms behind my head to take in the feeling of my now slightly aqueous form.

After a while I stood up and looked around. Dead and dried roots of corn stalks that had been harvested were lined up in the patch near me. Between the rows were tire tracks from the machine that had cut and collected them. When the tall grass above the patch would blow in the wind, it looked like the wind would carry down into the patch and cause both the roots and the tracks to oscillate. At the same time both areas would breathe, repeatedly growing larger and then shrinking down again. I’m not sure how else to explain it, but as I watched them breathe, they would make me feel fat and then thin. I physically felt fatter and skinnier as I watched the waves of yellow roots and brown tracks. I tried to explain this sensation to myself as I was experiencing it. It was then that I realized that this whole little adventure of mine was illegal.
In the eyes of the law what I was doing was unsafe, and simply possessing the mushrooms could result in me going to jail for an entire year. I started to rant about this, talking out loud and pacing back and forth beneath some trees. I remember saying, “They would put me in a cement closet because of this. What is this? This is amazing – I feel in touch with nature. I just want to dig my hands in the ground and hug the earth for everything it has done for me. I’ve gained an overwhelming respect for my surroundings and its inhabitants, but in the eyes of my government, I should be removed from society for a while”. Of course, being a hallucinating college student this was the cue for the stereotypical “Fuck the Man” speech. As I started to relax I noticed that the sun was setting behind some trees in the distance, and that I was on the down-slope of my trip. I watched the sun until it was gone, said my goodbyes to the caterpillar and the clouds as if they were my friends, and walked home as happy as could be.

When I got in the house, I averted the eyes of my dad as I went into the kitchen to get the bag of pizza flavored Goldfish Crackers from the cupboard. He knew that I was growing mushrooms and what they were used for, but I figured that it would be awkward to show him with my blackened eyes that I was tripping. I had told both of my parents all about psychedelic mushrooms before growing them. I didn’t want to risk them finding a giant tub in my closet and throwing them away, because then it would’ve been a waste of time and then there would’ve been mild tension between my parents and I. Reflecting on how lenient my parents are, how lucky I am as a person, and how good Goldfish Crackers are were the final cherries on my trip-cake as I watched the movie Signs in my room, and laughed at how shitty of movie it is.