EMBER MAKES THREE SAUCES AND ONE MISTAKE

It starts quietly, the way these things always do.

Every bottle below is measured in Scoville heat units. The page will warm up as you go. Stop whenever you like. Nobody stops.

Nº1 · THE POLITE ONE

Morning Ember, for eggs and cowards.

Fermented red jalapeño, honey, cider vinegar. Warmth like a sunny windowsill. You will put it on everything and tell yourself that counts.

PAIRS WITH: eggs, pizza, being new here

Nº2 · THE COMMITMENT

Second Degree, where opinions form.

Habanero, charred pineapple, lime leaf. Sweet for exactly two seconds, then a slow tide that reorganises your priorities. This is the one people write to us about.

PAIRS WITH: tacos, wings, telling stories louder

Nº3 · THE THRESHOLD

Housefire, named honestly.

Scotch bonnet and smoked ghost pepper, nothing to soften the landing. Cooking with it is seasoning. Eating it straight is a decision.

PAIRS WITH: stews, dares, brief regret

Once a year we let the smoker go too far on purpose. Carolina reaper, black garlic, ash salt. We will not print the number. The bottle is matte black because it is in mourning.

THE BOX

Three consequences, one box, free shipping.