I split this with friends. $4 a piece. And I’m pissed about it. I could have spent that $4 on a Chick-Fil-a sandwich. Or a nice tube of toothpaste to wash this flavor out of my mouth. The nose is reminiscent of Hot Tamales, but then the peppers make their appearance. And everything goes to hell. The whiskey brings sweetness and the Tabasco brings spiciness, and that’s a big mistake. I can’t say that I’d rather jam a toothbrush up my urethra bristle-end-first, but it’s a close call. Like, I keep asking myself how 2020 could get worse than it’s been. And then this. Whoever lost a bet and had to produce this atrocity belongs in a padded cell, at least 180 miles from anyone who may get any funny ideas about perpetuating such a blight. The technical term for what this spirit did to me is “borked in the ding ding.”