I recently took a tiny nibble of a ghost pepper. It was pretty tasty, a bit sweet with a fruity, fleshy flavor somewhat similar to habaneros. Then I was overwhelmed by an intense, deeply primal feeling of anxiety and fear, followed by every mucous membrane in my face starting to scream as their flood gates opened.

Habanero is what I call snack-Material and scorpion is where it’s a once-every-three-months territory.

I’ve finished quite some Carolina reaper challenges, but I still get immense heat and pain.