Doesn't look too intimidating with it's “cartoony” label, but this stuff is pretty extreme. I've had hotter stuff, but for a general, off the shelf sauce from the mainstream supermarkets, this has a respectable level of fire-power. Made with the naga (ghost) chilli, you won't be needing to apply this too liberally to your dishes to achieve that “punched in the face” level heat.
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Dave's Ghost: Treat it with respect
The hottest straight curry I've had is this stuff though, the appropriately named “Satan's Ashes”. This stuff is pure evil in a packet. I've experienced the “chilli high” on countless occasions, being the spice junkie that I am, but this stuff gave me some considerably more noticeable physical effects. I had heart palpitations, blurred vision, and went light headed to the point of thinking I was going to faint. The only reason I pushed on and finished the dish was to be not out-done by a rival eater. I felt like I'd had my cinnamon chute violently fisted by Jean Claude Van Damme just before he goes into the final fight in Kickboxer 1, the next morning.
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Ashes of the devil himself
Also, I tried out a new Thai restaurant in my home town just last week too, actually. Naturally, Billy Big Bollocks here ordered the hottest thing on the menu. I forget the exact Thai name of the “curry”, but the description in English called it “Jungle Curry”. It was more a soup than a curry though, but again, a respectable level of face meltage. I felt quite smug when my companions (who had ordered less spicy dishes) made their excuses of “I'm full up” or “the flavour isn't to my taste”, and gave up as I triumphantly stormed through to another spice challenge victory.
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Jungle fury: Super heated Thai style curry
Sticking with the Thai theme, there's also a takeaway in my town, ran by a little Thai lady named Jum (who is apparently quite pally with the Hairy Bikers). She has her own turbo charged dish, simply named “Jum's curry”. When I went in and ordered some of that stuff to take out, the man at the counter gave me a couple of warnings and asked if I was sure before taking my money. He also made a point of shouting little Jum through to point out the idiot that had let himself in for a voluntary physical assault. She just looked me right in the eye and blurted out a really sinister laugh.
I didn't make it to work the next day. My colon felt like Chernobyl after that little concoction had finished vaporising my intestines.