Many years ago I became the first person to be documented eating (they have been eating for thousands of years in India but no one bothered taking pictures of that…believe me, much research was done) the soon to be crowned World’s Hottest Pepper (which can be re-enjoyed right here), the Bhut Jolokia (aka Naga Morich, aka Ghost Pepper, aka “Oh my god that’s hot”). There are two new contenders that are rumored to be hotter than the Jolokia. The Trinidad 7-Pod (aka 7-Pot) which by my estimate is at least 500,000 SHU hotter than the Jolokia, and the Trinidad Scorpion.

Now while I have waaaayyy missed the boat on being the first person documented eating these new one, I still did it for our readers enjoyment. I wasn’t able to document the consumption of the 7-Pod (which was sent to me by Neil over at The Hippy Seed Company), but I was able to catch photos of me consuming the Trinidad Scorpion (which was picked from Jim Campbell’s fields). After consuming enough liquid courage, I was ready for the moment of truth.


That’s it! No, not the silver thing, the red thing next to it!

My decent into hell started when I bit into the whole pod and chewed. Instant fruity taste identical to a Habanero (almost that of a Red Savina but not quite as intense) and then the heat hit it and it hit hard.


The point of no return.

A lot of things happened within the first 10 seconds of eating it. First of all I’ve never had a pepper make me want to vomit it back up. This pepper did. My stomach said, “Oh no! We’ve had enough of your shenanigans, that thing’s too hot and we’re sending it back out.” I forced it to stay put and my stomach didn’t like that. So it yelled to my intestines, “Alight, it’s not coming out the way it came in, so I’m sending this to you guys to handle. Stop doing what you are doing and make way for this pepper.”


Instantly I knew this was a bad decision.


And that decision just gets worse.


“Don’t puke don’t puke don’t puke don’t puke…”

My intestines rumbled as the heat in my mouth was doing something odd. The heat wasn’t building but staying exactly the same as it was when it first hit. Most peppers slowly build to the pinnacle of it’s heat, this thing started off at the pinnacle and just stayed there.


Trust me, it’ll hurt coming up.


Tears of joy? Hell no!

The pain continued to batter my tongue and body. My esophagus was screaming, my stomach was turning, and my intestines were working overtime to make room for the pepper. Never before had a pepper caused so many problems so fast. This pepper is mean. Mean mean mean mean mean! School yard bullies bow down to it’s meanness.


Zombie Passow wants your milk.


Doing my best to resist the urge to purge.

And then all of a sudden, the veil of pain lifted in my mouth. A whole 5 minutes spent spitting excess saliva out and writhing in pain and it was over. Where was the endorphin rush? Was that it? Had a pepper just given me a burn of my lifetime and left me without so much as a good bye kiss? I felt used and cheap.


In the clear.

At the ten minute mark…the endorphins finally kicked in. It was as if my body was in such a state of shock that it was in a complete state of confusion. Then it realized, “Oh endorphins! That’s right! Quick! Release them!”. The rush came on me so fast that my leg twitched a few times and I was plastered to the chair.


The endorphins kick in.

Ten minutes later, I was still tripping on the endorphins. My stomach was still doing summersaults and the little bacteria in my intestines were pumping out a lot of gas. An hour later the back of my throat where my tonsils used to be was sore. Two hours after that and I was feeling every twist and turn the pepper was taking in my intestines. I feared what was coming the next morning.

I have never had a pepper wreck so much havoc on my body. This thing is beyond hot, it’s evil. It’s so hot that I can’t even begin to guess what the SHU rating will be once they test it. But one thing I’m sure of is it’ll blow everything else out of the water. I do not recommend anyone ever eat one of these thing whole, half, or in any fashion other than in a hot sauce. It’s dangerous, pure and simple.

Taste:7.878, Heat: It broke my scale

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