64 ounces of fresh pack. There was a time in my life when I thought a jalapeño was hot. Perhaps I was a bit more sensitive back in the day. Thanks to growing up in Los Angeles and New York City, I've seen a fair dose of heat. I'm simply used to being confronted in this manner. In fact, I can't remember the last time my senses were shocked. But I'm not a full-on tough guy. This doesn't appeal to me. Being a tough guy. Talking trash. Nah. Because the habanero. The habanero has my ass.

I whimper to that tempting fruit; humbled by its chemistry.

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