Sizzling. Blistering. Fry your socks off. Call your local fire department and tell them to bring the hook and ladder to dinner.
Just kidding. Sort of.
“Heat” in reference to taste is extremely subjective. We think ours packs quite a punch. When we say, “Oh Brother, that’s hot!” we mean it. We’ve never tasted a level of heat that’s too much. And we think it’s hot.
Then again, ya never know. There might be some crazy SOB out there with a leather tongue and huevos the size of bowling balls who tastes it and calls it weak.
Right before his face melts off.