Nothing like the endorphin rush of setting your mouth on fire, eh?
A few years ago, my husband grew several varieties of hot peppers; most of them wound up in bags in the freezer. A lot of them are still there. Somehow, he had overlooked the fact that he's the only one here that really likes hot peppers. He's been drooling over the Carolina Reaper for a while now . . . but hasn't grown them yet.