I’m always keen to try something that doesn’t try to bazooka my head off with HEAT, as if the amount of discomfort you suffer is a mark of good hot sauce.
I think this one has notes of coffee, toothache, and civet musk. I am taking a break from ordering hot sauce. Some years you get the big perma-dump that seals the fate of the world for six months.
As you can tell, the snow was banished, but that’s normal the year always begins with feints like this. That’s the view from the 333 building skyway, or whatever they’re calling it now. Lest you think this is a snowbound hellscape with naught but brown lawns and skeleton trees:
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