One drop, one fleeting touch of this liquid terror, and the very air will twist, the mind will burn, and the flesh will scream in an ecstasy of Ghost Peppers, Carolina Reapers and Habaneros. This is the smokey sauce that drowns hope, that banishes sanity, and yet, strangely, in its monstrous garlic-driven heat, beckons you to return - until all is consumed by the merciless flames of Red Death.