This Troper was asked to bring in his "Toxic Waste" hot sauce to a staff meeting for an anime convention. This is the kind of stuff where one drop is all that's needed to ruin a pot of stew. I told him that it's seriously nasty stuff, and he wanted to try it. One little dab of a toothpick wasn't so bad, but near the end of the meeting, he stuck half the toothpick into the sauce...

At 10 seconds, I could tell he was in pain.

30 seconds, his face turned red.

At 1 minute, his throat was burning. He was so overwhelmed by the pain that he didn't hear what others were saying to him.

At 1:30, another staff member ran him down to the cafe down the hall for a 16oz. glass of Half & Half.

As if it wasn't funny enough the first time, he wants to do that again next week so someone records it on video. XD

This Troper's father liked to buy these. He actually had a poster of the chilies of the world. This troper himself has considered making a hot sauce with the Bhut Jolokia, the hottest chilie in the world.

I know somebody who collects these. Among his more notable procurements was a jar of pure capsaicin.

This troper knows of a restaurant called Streeteats (link)that is something of a local icon in his area. It sells a burger known as "the Hell Raiser" which, while the actual recipe is a trade secret, obviously has some form of BlazingInfernoHellfireSauce in it. It is actually a speciality order, and one must ''actually fulfill certain health requirements before being able to order it''. This troper has heard enough horror stories concerning people who have actually attempted to eat the burger, then suffering complaints that could lead to ending up in the back of an ambulance later on, ''as well as the obvious implications of what must go in, must come out'' that he is far too GenreSavvy to order such a monstrous thing. The advertising publicity said that Ol' Mr. S could not finish it himself; seeing that the Big Man Upstairs (tm) likely wouldn't eat such, he is beginning to wonder if the whole thing is a front by ''{{Cthulhu}}''...

This troper is half-Cajun, and now lives closer to Cajun restaurants like Bubba Gump and Heaven on Seven, so she's used the the spiciness of Cajun foods. However, she can't stand the taste of overtly hot foods, which can cause some problems when her dad cooks...

One of my friends actually almost got ''expelled'' because he brought Insanity Sauce to school and another guy started a betting pool to see how badly people wanted him to drink some of it. He ended up downing about half of a condiment cup (roughly a quarter-cup) of the stuff, and started crying and wailing the instant it hit his tongue. I think he ended up using the money that people bet to buy a bunch of milk cartons to attempt to save his throat...

While this troper was in Germany, he ate a sandwich which could only be described as a HELL SANDWICH. One bite and I immediately ran to the kitchen and started drinking water straight from the tap. I don't remember what kind of sandwich it was, nor where I bought it, only the horrible burning sensation it gave.

At this troper's local salsa & hot sauce specialty store, she and her friends found one called "Satan's Blood." Harvested under a full moon on Friday the 13th. The side of the bottle warned to only use it as a food additive, not sauce, and NEVER to let it come in contact with one's skin. A notorious weenie, this troper elected to buy the "for wusses only" sauce on the next shelf instead.

After years of eating bottled mustard, this editor had a dinner party where they used English mustard made from the powder. The difference? The freshly-made stuff is much, ''much'' hotter, as I found out when I mixed 2 teaspoons into my mash. Cue burning, scorched mouth and streaming nose.

This Troper's brother-in-law's late father had a saying, "If it doesn't make me cry, it's not hot enough."

This Troper's college acquaintance used to make a Buffalo Wing sauce he used to scare out the drunken fratboys. Start with a bottle of Red Hot. Add enough chili powder, habernero pepper, black pepper, etc to make a thick paste. Add a second bottle of hot sauce (probably some Mexican variety) until it's sauce consistency. Let the end result marinate and just keep adding hot peppers and hot sauce as needed to keep the bottle full. This female Troper then shocked the cook and a group of friends by slugging a full shot glass of the stuff. My stomach burned for a couple days, but the look on everyone's face? WorthIt.

I decided to cover my food in BlazingInfernoHellfireSauce and ate it fast, then thought I was on fire and grabbed the nearest cold drinks and drank them all to make the burning stop.

I am frequently the only American (of very mixed northern European ancestry) at my workplace in Mexico, with just about everyone else of Mexican descent. In order to make any sort of salsa, the chiles have to be roasted to release more of the flavor. While this happens, it tends to release a very potent aroma, not unlike pepper spray. While all my co-workers are fleeing the scene, as they go into coughing fits, I merely go on working as though nothing ever happened. Now, if I could only get my tongue to agree with my lungs on the matter...

This Troper knows someone who loves this stuff. When we go to restaurants, he asks waitresses if they have anything on the menu that will cause him extreme physical pain - usually they give him blank, confused stares and recommend their hottest thing, which he usually just laughs while eating.

This troper lives near a resteraunt that serves Suicide hot wings. DO NOT order them unless you enjoy the sensation of hot coals down your throat.

Is this Buffalo Bell's in Santa Cruz, California, by any chance? I've ordered their suicide wings before. It's formidable, but it's nothing I can't handle. It can't be above 50,000 scovilles.

Puerco pibil will burn every hair off your body from the inside even as you frantically chug that gallon of milk with tears running down your face. Especially if you are a small child. And your father was generous with the habaneros. OW.

This troper loves these things too, and discovered this when he was little. The liked to suck his thumb long after the age when most kids stop. His mother decided to get him to encourage him to stop by dipping hot sauce on his thumbs, diluted at first, then full strength when that didn't work, and then when that didn't work either, she progressed to simply rubbing a jalapeno on the thumb. That also did not work as he still continued to simply enjoy it. This probably would have gone on further, sorting algorithm of evil-style with progressively hotter peppers, until one day he started to rub his eyes, his mother noticed and stopped him before he could, and suddenly realized why this was actually a really, really bad idea for trying to get him to stop sucking his thumb, quite apart from its ineffectiveness.

This troper has a bottle of Dave's insanity sauce. Mixing half a teaspoon to miso soup creates a concotion that is akin to drinking pure rocket fuel, only, tastier.

Legend at a local sub shop has it that one hot sauce, known only as "Da'bomb", was so hot that it made the ''glass'' container it was in suffer from a {{Critical existence failure}}, while This troper doubts the reliability of that story, I tried a bit of it on my fingertip and spent the next few minutes chugging whatever drink I could get my hand on, I don't think I'll try it again, not because it was so crazy hot, but because it's so pungent it would ruin any sandwich you put it on. Did I mention this is in the same catagory (10+) as the sauce mentioned in the dave's insanity sauce example above?

Dried wasabi chickpeas to this she-Troper. Something about the taste seems...wrong - chalky, oily, almost sweet. Even now I gag at the thought of sampling one when my man offered me one. Well, considering that I've been raised on Mexican food for most of my life, of course my tastebuds find the pungent thingies nasty.

See the page picture? I have that hot sauce. I'm no wuss when it comes to spicy, but that stuff left me crying. Later, a friend who was visiting from Sweden thought it would be fun to take a taste of it. Instead of a taste, he ended up getting a mouthful of it. He was vomiting profusely for the next 30-40 minutes or so. Felt sorry for the guy.

I have frequently described the Ghost Chili as "abominable".

My friend and I once went to another friend's Boy Scout meeting and encountered a man who offered around an extremely vile substance known only as 357 Mad Dog sauce. I figured it would be nothing, my idea of "spicy" being Flamin' Hot Cheetos and the like, as well as certain peppers. But right as I was about to try it, I held back and decided to just dab the tiniest bit, as in an invisible amount, on my finger and try it. ''FUCK.'' My entire mouth was already spiced up just from that, rather intensely. But then, I accidentally got some in my nose, and that's where it started to ''really'' suck. I kept running into the bathroom, often bumping into things, and desperately washing out my head, but to very little effect. Eventually I gave up and just delt with it until it went away. But unfortunately, in this process, I missed the ''real'' story: when my Boy Scout friend's brother ate a piece of chicken with ''three whole drops'' on it.

I've chugged Dave's Insanity Hot Sauce before. They market that stuff to ''clear driveway stains.'' I was chugging milk for the next half hour. Also, earlier that day, the resident CloudCuckoolander {{Keet}} at our table thought it was juice of some sort and grabbed it from my friend's hand. He affixed his lips to the spout and upended it, proceeding to chug half the bottle. Cue BigNo from everyone at the table. "NICK, THAT'S HOT SAUCE!" His eyes widened, he dropped the bottle, and his face went a ''brilliant'' shade of crimson. You could practiacally ''see'' the steam blowing from his ears, it was hilarious.

This troper bought a small tray of fresh habaneros (350k Scoville) to add to the chili con carne he was making. He made the mistake of eating a piece of habanero half the size of a matchstick. His fingertips were also slightly burning from merely handling the peppers. It HURT, and that's a story coming from someone who has a habit of licking the mouth of tabasco sauce bottle after using it.