It's eleventy seven bajillion degrees of HOT in Florida right now. So hot, in fact, Hell feels like an air conditioned oasis. So, needless to say, I'm sweating like a nun in a whore house.
When one sweats, one normally wipes away the torrent of beads streaming down the face. I am no exception. I should've been. The sample we tasted in our garden gave no hint of the sheer HOT contained in these peppers. All of a sudden the skin on my face felt like sulfuric acid had been pored on it! Holy egads!! All the burning made me sweat more! It was a hellish catch 22 practical joke.
So... The moral of the story is peppers are hot.