Worship the heat
Small-batch hot sauce brewed in reverence of the six-legged. Four sacred blends. Hand-bottled. Sealed beneath engraved walnut.
We believe the boldest flavors come from the smallest creatures. Every bottle is an offering — fermented slow, blended by hand, and sealed beneath walnut stamped with our sigil. No shortcuts. No fillers. Only fire, fruit, and devotion.
How much do you want to suffer?
Every bottle bears the mark.
Our caps are turned from solid walnut and engraved with the sigil of the order — the horned beetle crowned by the sun. Twist it off and you've broken the seal. There's no going back.
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All four. One altar.
The complete pantheon — from the grassy chirp of the Cricket to the numbing burn of the Beetle. Arrives in a kraft reliquary box, ready to gift (or hoard).
Which insect calls to you?
Three questions. One prophecy. The Oracle has never been wrong (citation needed).
The scriptures, clarified.
Wait — are there actual bugs in the sauce?
No. Not one leg. The insects are our muses, not our ingredients. Every sauce is made from peppers, fruit, vegetables, vinegar and salt — that's it.
How hot are we talking?
Capsicum Cricket is a friendly verde. Flaming Firefly and Heated Hornet bring real habanero and scotch bonnet heat. Beetle Burner layers Thai chilies with the numbing tingle of Szechwan peppercorns. Use the heat scale above to find your level.
Do they need to be refrigerated?
Shelf-stable until opened. Once you break the seal, keep it in the fridge and it'll stay bright for about six months — though we've never seen a bottle last that long.
Where do you ship?
Everywhere in the continental US. Orders over $40 ship free. Bottles are packed in recycled pulp so they arrive in one piece.
Can I keep the walnut cap?
You should. Members of the order use them as coasters, charms, and talismans. We don't ask questions.
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Initiates get first word on new swarms, secret small-batch drops, and 10% off their first offering.
No spam. We swear on the beetle.