I almost blew the top of my head off eating dinner today.
Richard, my partner, had given me a small bottle of chili sauce.
Somehow I misunderstood him and got the impression that it wasn't very hot.
Bottle said " Very hot" but this being Denmark, I can usually eat the stuff , they cal very hot, with a spoon.
Anyway, I poured about 1½ tablespoons on my fried pasta.
It was Bhut Jolokia ghost pepper!
So eating the pasta, I got to this point, where all there is in the world, is you and the stuff you are eating, which is burning you up, but you still can't stop.
I think anyone here, who like the really hot stuff, knows what I mean.
Afterwards was real fine, like after good sex, all sweated out and mellow.
But in all my years of loving chilies, this is the hottest I've ever had.