There's a lot of weird stuff in here, that doesn't quite jibe with the focus of the shop, which is…read morethe deadly array of hot sauces, dips, jellies, jams, mustards, pickles and honeys, around which all other offerings orbit. Things like pocket knives, crystals and stones, shot glasses, rings and other rudimentary souvenirs, but these are all incidental, as the only reason you will remember this place, and the reason you will return, is for the sauces.
I'm not sure when it all started, but there is a rapidly growing sub-culture of hot sauce enthusiasts and aficionados, myself a member among them, who delight in the sweet agony caused by the caustic caress of Capsaicin. Whoever runs this shop understands this fiery fetish, and has stocked their shelves with some of the most tangy, torrid, tongue-torching, taste bud annihilating tinctures known to man. Sauces with tasteful names such as "Satan's Blood", "Butt Pucker" and "Colon Cleaner". The kind of sauces that cause PTSD in mortal men and women and, after sampling, cause them to immediate glare at you with desperate, pleading, wincing eyes filled with a hatred and agony as fiery intense as the sauce itself.
Yeah, we're a f**ed up bunch. One man's pain is another man's pleasure. It's all A Matter of Taste!
And in the interest of full disclosure, yeah, I did buy sauces here. Two, in fact: a bottle of Mad Dog 357, 25th Anniversary edition (1,000,000+ Scoville units), and a bottle of Salvation Sauce, complete with attached mini-Bible, to exorcise the spicy, delicious demons that are unquestionably trapped inside!