Dave's Ghost Pepper Naga Jolokia Hot Sauce 5oz

by Dave's Gourmet

Product Description

"So hot it's spooky" slightly hotter than "the new hottest sauce in the universe" (ultimate insanity). This sauce is distinctive for the sweet fruity flavor that sits over the top of the sauce's heat. Shake well and refrigerate after opening.

Product Details

• Item Weight: 15.8 ounces
• Shipping Weight: 15.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Shipping: Currently, item can be shipped only within the U.S.
• ASIN: B001PQTYN2
• UPC: 753469000882
• Item model number: DAGPHS
• Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (204 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,017 in Grocery & Gourmet Food (See Top 100 in Grocery & Gourmet Food)
  • #2 in Grocery & Gourmet Food > Pantry Staples > Canned & Jarred Food > Vegetables

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

963 of 972 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars sauce not for mortals December 14, 2009

By Benjamin Chodroff

I purchased a burrito from a small shop a few blocks from home. I was unimpressed with their habanero "hot" salsa. Eager to kick it up a notch, I reached for a bottle of what I later found to be Dave's Gourmet Ghost Pepper Jolokia Hot Sauce. I unscrewed the top and went to put a dab on. I quickly realized that there was no flow regulation but not before a large pool of the magma colored liquid dripped into my lunch. I decided to dab my finger in it and see what I was dealing with. It was formidable, sweet and flavorful with a long heat. I thought I could take the heat.

I demolished the burrito, hot sauce and all, and shrugged off the pain. Every bite was saturated with the taste of a thousand tortured souls but the guacamole still tasted great. I wiped my tingling lips and while downing a glass of water I looked at the bottle. It claimed a heat rating of "Insanity++." I headed home thinking surely the worst must be over. I've ate plenty of hot food and my stomach is battle tested. I was wrong.

I walked no more than a block before I started to feel odd. It was in the forties in Cleveland but I could feel the sweat forming on my brow. I walked another block and I could literally feel the burning sensation outlining my stomach. My breaths were noticeably faster and shorter. People on the street looked at me weird. I figured it would go away by the time I got home but I decided to pick up the pace. By the time my apartment was in sight I was experiencing tunnel vision and it felt like a live agitated weasel had been placed inside me. I knew what I had to do. After flushing my lunch, a tablespoon of this sauce, half a gallon of milk, and my ego down the drain, I can honestly say I am just happy to be alive. This sauce is not for mortals.

121 of 124 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars A glimpse into the abyss December 25, 2010

By W. Andrews

A few hours ago, I put a dime sized dab of this sauce on a corn chip and scarfed it down. Initially, it was hot but certainly no hotter than other sauces I've had. I quickly followed up with another dime sized dab on a chip. Shortly thereafter, it began to feel as if my tongue was being electrocuted. My eyes began to sting and my lips went numb. The ecstasy brought about by eating spicy food poured up out of my mouth and into my head. I laid down and the dog started to act very worried. While prostrate, I focused on the pain and stared into the darkness of my own eyelids. Every little thing becomes significant when the mind is seeking relief from pain. I do not know what will happen when this stuff makes its way through my digestive tract. I'll be eating more soon.

48 of 50 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars Playing With Fire October 4, 2011

By Budgie

I've been experimenting with ways to give my guacamole an extra kick. After receiving this industrial solvent in the mail, I called some buddies over for burritos, beer and baseball.

Cut to fifteen minutes later: four men are sitting around, watching baseball and drinking beer as it dawns on them that there is an angry dragon writhing about in each of their stomachs. The dragons breathe white hot fire that scorches their mouths and ravages their tongues. Ever men, they remain erect and try to soothe the dragon's temper with gifts of alcohol. Quickly, though, the supply dwindles and furtive glances dart around the room. Who will break first? As sweat drips down their foreheads and stings their eyes, they try to think about baseball...think about baseball...think about baseball...and then one makes a break for it! In an instant there is a stampede for the kitchen. They fling open the refrigerator and, snorting like wild bulls, rip open another case and chug like Dionysus reborn--but to no avail.

This alcohol is fueling the fire and not dousing it. With choked and gasping breath one whispers "milk". Upending the kitchen they can find none of the sweet elixir. With tears streaming down their faces they tear outside, but in the rush of flailing limbs they fall into a heap on the pavement. "Oh no" they say, realizing the horrible truth. In their haste to quench this insatiable heat they made a fatal mistake: they are way too drunk to drive. Rising from the ground, they take off on foot for the nearest corner store. Soon, none can bear to breathe through their mouths; the dragon's flames lick at their lips unbearably. As they breathe heavily through their noses, their sinuses are soon aflame from the intense heat and begin their own form of self defense.

What a spectacle! Four grown men with red faces, streaming eyes and snot flying into the wind as they gasp and wheeze down the road, driven by the fires of hell itself.

Soon, the fat one falls, hitting the ground hard but stretching his hands out for help. Through the sneezing and wheezing no words can escape his ruined lips. Onward the three friends push with nary a backward glance. "We will remember you fondly, fat one" they say to themselves, hearts roasted free of compassion.

They burst into the corner store as one drunken, moaning entity of pure thirst and claw their way to the milk. With wild abandon, they forego such modern niceties as payment and immediately pour gallons of soothing white mana into their gaping, flaming maws. They sink to the floor in the silent thanks of men spared the gallows. One thought lingers in their minds: "that guac sure was tasty."