The Last Dab: Apollo | Hot Ones Hot Sauce Reviews

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“Lots of flavor and the spice lv is top notch”

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Posted 3 years ago

“Tried both versions of The Last Dab. Apollo is excellent and has great flavor and heat.”

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Posted 3 years ago

“This changed my perspective on spicy food. Consuming this put me in an altered state of mind, and was literally like catching some type of horrible high. The morning after consuming this poison I had without a doubt the very worst bathroom experience I can now remember. Seriously 11/10 heat. I am traumatized.”

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Posted 3 years ago

“It's Hella spicy, but the taste is not that great. I guess it's meant to be just spicy, but I would appreciate a hot sauce with great taste and similar spicyness.”

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Posted 3 years ago

I’m so sorry this sauce wasn’t your cup of tea. We find it really sings on burgers and chili. Or if you'd like a suggestion for something more to your taste, send an email to ilovehotsauce@heatonist.com

Posted 3 years ago

“Bought this sauce for a friend. Here is their review: I had a solid teaspoon yesterday with some slow roasted pork. It’s fucking hot. Also really tasty. Not much of a problem going in. Unfortunately, a whole different story coming out. Allow me to paint a picture: I wake up at noon today, rested and comfortable. Something is happening in my stomach, but I ignore it and decide to go about my day. About halfway through an episode of house of dragons, while Caraxes brutally rained dragonfire down on some unsuspecting crabfucker pirates, I could tell something akin to it was brewing in my stomach. I thought “maybe I’ll make some coffee to help it out” but as soon as I got up, it was over. I ran to the bathroom, and erupted a geyser of fire from my butthole. This was significantly worse than my usual spicy poops. I gritted my teeth and moaned, breaking out in a cold sweat. 10 minutes of repeatedly scalding my puckerpurse and it was finally over. I wiped gingerly, then got in the shower to make sure all that capsaicin was out of there. Feeling a lot better, I sit back down on my sofa to resume the episode of game of thrones. Or so I thought. I could not have been more wrong. Just one mere hour later, I hear crashing thunder outside. Weird, it was bright daylight just moments ago. I peek outside my window, and all I see is blackness. Not darkness, but impenetrable blackness, now enveloping the entirety of my vision. Then, a voice. Indescribable, immutable, saturated with power, but in a language no human had any hope of understanding. This grating voice rasped and railed in my mind, circling from the outer limits of my sanity, gnawing at it with every syllable. It was at this juncture that I noticed something. The voice was coming from inside. Not just inside my apartment, but inside my bowels. I was struck by a sense of fecal urgency so sudden, so profound, that I had no time to think, only to respond. I fumbled in the dark, hoping that I’d make it to my throne. Was I blind? Was this real? I couldn’t tell, all I could hear was the voice. All I could see was the black. Now I felt nothing, not even the urgency anymore. All I knew was my missive: to birth the unknowable. To herald the dusk of our reality. This was it, my purpose. With something akin to relief, I found The Toilet, and so I sat. Suddenly, bright light. An explosion. From blindness erupted more blindness, overwhelming sensory pain so white, so pure, it denied the visible spectrum. I screamed. The world shrieked in sympathetic agony. As my cheeks spurted, reality contorted. With a final flickering fleck of feculent fart, I collapsed in a pool of black bile and fetid blood. I died, and was born again. And again. And again. Eons passed in the blink of an eye, and each moment traversed the heat death of our universe. When I finally came to, the voice was gone. I heard the distant sound of scurrying, but when I opened my eyes everything was as I left it. The bathroom hummed with the gentle sound of a ceiling vent. My cat yawned in the doorway, a flicker of motion in her mouth. Perhaps it was nothing. Maybe I dreamed it all. Pretty good tasting hot sauce, but overall not worth the extremely spicy shit.”

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Posted 3 years ago

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Posted 3 years ago

“Best crazy hot sauce I have ever tasted. It puts you in the driver seat for an adventure every time you pull it out of the fridge!”