Everest Hard Fist 24ml

As good as Iron Fist

Great product. Genuine Amyl!

was left a little wanting after I tried them

Used at the weekend- really good and strong. The best poppers I’ve had since real Amyl Nitrate was banned.

Good stuff.

love it if it was in a different bottle like everest brutal be good

I usually pour a small amount on a cloth to enjoy the aromas by cupping my hand over the wet area of the cloth and inhaling by mouth for a much more intense experience. Relaxing

Wow

Good

Poor quality

First time trying this product. excellent quality.

Have tried other everest products, this one is fantastic. I've never had a product in aluminum and was uncertain if it would change the experience, it did not. Same function slightly lighter, great product.

Super 10/10

Amazing I think the best I have had

Leaks once opened

I thought it might bve as good as iron Fist but I still like Irton Fist better

Another solid product that elevates your session to another level. I like doing them with my gas mask.

Strong

all bottles leaked, bottles almost empty.

Nice effect, good as midrange option during longer nights

Not tried it yet

9,9/10

The bottle is a winner

Only gave it a test sniff. Haven’t had it out of the cabinet while servicing the cock of some redneck or country fella stepping out for a thrill.

Not used it yet

have not tried this yet I just give top rating only for delivery and package

Great product

By far, the strongest product in your lineup. Reminds me of several of the poppers that were available in the early 80s. Aroma is clean and no after effects.

very good. Used multiple times

Sniffed it Anyone who is not into hard drugs Top notch quality

I sniff it deeply then pass it to the straight guy I’ve convinced to ram his *** down my throat. My older stepbrothers made me suck their *** starting when I was 9. I didn’t know you could do anything but pee with your ***. Well, they fed me *** sever times a day for years, until they graduated high school, moved out and married. The oldest would slow *** my mouth for a couple hours each session. When he got close to busting his load he’d hold my head an inch off his throbbing *** till he calmed down, then began slow thrusting. He could last a long time, satisfying himself until he fed me his ***. The other stepbrother was a power ***. He showed no mercy. He gripped my head and rammed his *** in and out like a jack hammer. He was rough and aggressive and when he shot his loads he’d push me off, punch me in the chest and say…get off me ***. It was so hot. The oldest one also brought his best buddy over to feed me his ***. He was absolutely silent as he slowly pumped in and out of my mouth until he shot his wad in my mouth, pulled up his pants and walked away. The combination of these three guy’s styles of using my mouth turned me into a kid who thought of nothing but ***. I *** a couple guys on the football team, on my track team and one really hot baseball player. I *** a married man’s cock in the showers at a campground once. I rode my bike around new housing developments that were popping up on old farmland near our house. I didn’t know any better, so I’d ride up and ask construction workers if they wanted a ***. Looking back on it I was freaking them out. Some yelled at me, some just stared in shock, but you’d be surprised how many let me do it. I *** man *** in half framed houses, behind dumpsters and stacks of lumber, in trucks and vans. I’ll never forget my first big black ***. The other men had yelled at me and chased me out, but he stopped me at the edge of the road and told me if I really wanted to *** his *** to come back a few minutes after 5 o’clock when the others had gone. I did, and he was there waiting. He led me inside and when he pulled down his jeans and that big black *** popped up I was in awe. He slow pumped my mouth for a long time while I played with the biggest balls I’d ever seen. I was probably about 13 at the time, but I knew I wanted to *** every free minute I had. After he pumped his *** in my mouth he zipped up and said he had to get home to his wife. I *** him many times until that house was completely built and that crew moved on. Got my license at 16 and was *** hitchhikers and truckers in rest stops. Lots of straight guys were offended when I asked to *** them and they’d beat my ass, so abuse became sexy and hot to me at a young age. Driving home from work one day and a black guy with huge muscles, jeans and no shirt was walking downtown. Pulled over to see if he wanted a ride. He hopped in and down the street I asked to *** his ***. He freaked, said he was just released from jail and going to his girlfriend’s house. Told him I’d take him wherever he wanted after I *** his ***. Well, we got to my place and it was heaven. He’d spent the weekend in lockup, so he was sweaty and had full balls. For a while he just say there, but after he said I *** better than any woman he really got into it. He was the first to really talk a lot, telling me exactly what to do, how to lick, suck, work his ***…he finally busted his ***, I gave him my # and I drove him to his girlfriend’s. About 6 months later there was a knock at the door. It was the big black ***. Said he needed fifty bucks, so I laid up and he spent the afternoon *** down my throat. What a shame he never came back. I never could stand to be around a gay guy, but love the challenge of getting a straight man to feed me his ***. *** at the gym is easy to get. Horny frat guys, big muscle men who love to be admired and worshipped, and married guys with a few kids who isn’t getting laid at home often times feed me *** in the parking lot or follow me home. Rednecks and farm boys are wonderful. Go to a dive bar after 10 PM and sit a couple stools over from the fella sitting alone who looks like he’s got woman problems. Ignore him, but order whatever he’s drinking. When ready for a refill tell the barkeep to give that guy one, too, he looks bummed out. This usually sparks conversation. Hell get around to his wife/girlfriend problems and lack of sex almost always comes up. Sympathy, indifference, and more booze sometimes gets him loose enough to go out and smoke a joint, where I bring up *** him off. This will go one of three ways. Yelling and a couple punches (which makes me hornier) he’s freaked out and goes away or I get to *** his *** in the parking lot or a corn field or a gas station men’s room. Thanks again for selling poppers. They’re illegal here.

Almosty as good as Iron Fist.

Like it

Excellent

Used for having giggles when drinking with friends Top quality product

Very good but bottle had tendency to spill contents.