Even by the usual standards of the garish novelty designs that adorn most bottles of hot sauce, Satan's Sweat stands out. Again pushing the boundaries of daft sauce names (what next, Satan's swollen ball bags?), the label looks better suited as a Monster Magnet album cover. The sauce itself appears to be fluid without quite descending into being watery; the colour is as bright as the bowels of hell. It seems slightly artificial, like a discount tomato soup gone wrong. As the moniker suggests, it stinks like a bastard just like all good hot sauce should.
The first taster seems weak for a Naga Chilli sauce rated past the 400,000 scoville units mark, but fortunately provides a more naturalistic flavour than the colour suggests. A second dose and the taste spreads like wildfire, darting bursts of flavoursome fire across all corners of the mouth. Compared to HST favourites Who Dares Burns: Second Assault and Spontaneous Combustion, it doesn't have the same killer intensity. Instead the flavour flows through in waves, building up to a long lingering heat.
Satan's Sweat offers an accomplished embellishment to trashy stodge - peri peri wedges and chicken nuggest in particular - but the richer depth of flavour is fully realised with the softer texture of bread. Satan has the best tunes and now an impressive sauce to match.
BUY SOME!
Mr. Ben
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