Don't fear the reaper,
Someone said?
I think this huffers off his head!
With surgical precision; cutting so fine, remove the seed and pith: their hot; this could hurt; you think?
Drown them in saline, that will do the trick.
Let the flesh ferment, for a considerable amount of time...
Let nature do its work, it will be fine.
Take them out and wash them, soak in vodka for a week; drain them; strain them: works complete!
The fire is in the liquor: drops on the tongue will scorch you..
Don't be afraid of the Reapers!
This batch could torch you.
Given the right carrier, the effects are not the same; the gentle glow; the even flow: now blows my mind.
The process was a winner!
The Carolina reaper can be kind.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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