Now this idea more than intrigues me! Making his own poppers - kind of like the equivalent of moonshine whisky? And then having sex under sheets soaked in poppers?! Wow, the mind reels at this thought. But then my sensible side comes back, sniffing the sheets after a wild session, and now I have a headache. Didn't the room kinda reek a bit? And didn't this "aroma" sorta waft out into the hallway where all the neighbors probably got some sort of contact high? I imagine an elevator ride in this building could take quite an interesting turn, Lots of stopping between floors, etc.
(Btw, I'm actually so jealous - the reality of your experience sounds like the stuff of dreams)