Like an unstoppable sun liquefying winter’s remaining frost and snow, so too will the wildfire that is Habanero Escobar liquefy your tastebuds. The epitaph will read: “Here, once upon a time, there were tastebuds. But the Escobar was too darn delicious. And the madman tasked with keeping this tongue safe was an inferno junkie the likes of which the Craft Jerky game had never seen. Discovering Righteous Felon was the greatest thing that ever happened to the man. His tongue however, has been reduced to a pile of ashes.” If you’ve got the psychotic spice-bug that pushes brave souls to devour devilishly hot, pyrotechnic dishes, add Habanero Escobar and Voodoo Chile to your hit list. So spicy, they both pair best with a local anesthetic.