“I bought a large pack of creeping reaper thinking that the advertisment I saw on Facebook was just marketing hyperbole. I might be a bit of a masochist because I always try to get my jerky as hot as possible to stop me eating it all in one go like some glutton. In the case of the creeping reaper I finally succeeded in finding a jerky that was so hot I couldn't handle it. Eating it was like being punched in the face with brass knuckles that had just been dipped in that acid the xenomorph drools. Despite the pain I kept going back for more punishment because the quality was superb. The jerky clearly isn't marinaded for 5 minutes like most commercial manafacturers, in the case of the beef chief, every sinew was soaked to the core with the tastiest and hottest chilli sauce I've ever been in the same room as. If you aren't already drinking ghost pepper sauce like a champion you might want to start with some milder products because the creeping reaper had me snotty, crying and gargling milk like I was 3 Months old all over again. Thanks Beef Chief, the only fault I could find with your product was my own weakness. I think I'll have to try something a bit less hot next time!”
