The Death Nut Challenge Version 2.0 Carolina Reaper Peanuts new and improved with better flavor, crunch, pepper blends including Ghost Pepper, Moruga Scorpion!

If you like hot food, this should do the trick. I was impressed with the quality of the nuts. Very fresh and large nuts. Yeah, I know. I said large nuts in my review. At any rate, bag one, in my opinion should be packaged and sold as a standalone spicy peanut product. So much flavor with a really nice heat. I hated to see them go. Bag 2 and 3 were just as tasty while picking up in heat. Still very doable. I ate the whole bag at once with this challenge. Bag 4 is where this gets serious. Still great flavor and quality in nuts. I’ve never reviewed nuts before. So much innuendo. I’m struggling to control myself. Bag 5? Jesus Christ! No taste at all. Nuclear!! Lava!! This is the “bag” that tells a man that “nuts” don’t belong in your mouth. I made it through the challenge, but my God, this was brutal. Folks? Buy these. Great fun. Great product. It was an honor to put these nuts in my mouth.

Make sure you eat something first to help protect your stomach!Level 1, despite being labeled "mild", is more like "hot". Nothing scary but this is definitely a surprise - hotter than you'd expect right off the bat. Usually, as a spice/chili-head, things labeled "mild" are more about flavor than heat, but I definitely felt the heat on these.Level 2 actually feels easier than Level 1. Tasted alright, but otherwise sort of forgetful. Maybe it's supposed to lull you into a false sense of security? Who knows. Either way, it's the easiest level. This might be closer to what I'd call "mild." I wonder if it would make more sense to switch Levels 1 and 2? Or maybe the heat from Level 1 made it easier to tolerate Level 2 and it needs to be a bit hotter?Level 3 is very hot - tingling, burning, sweating, etc. Definitely where most people would go "dang, this is hot" but maybe not enough to scare you from trying Level 4.Level 4, as predicted, hurts quite a lot - double the Carolina Reaper content of Level 3. It's extremely hot. At this point I'm making occasional, pained exhaling / grunting noises due to the pain in the throat and the insane burning in the mouth. This level is quite uncomfortable and it's at this point you'll probably start to seriously consider tapping out. Level 5 no longer seems like a question you want answered, and you may feel a little scared to proceed. I had to force myself to not think about it too much and just YOLO it.Level 5 is an exponential jump over Level 4 due to the 13-million capsaicin crystal. It's sort of hard to put into words how hot it is. During Level 4, at least I could maintain general composure, and I could still talk. But with Level 5, I was hunched down on the countertop making all sorts of noise, drooling like crazy, mouth and throat ablaze, face sweating profusely. The endorphin rush was fierce. I couldn't feel my fingertips, and I could sense twinges of pins and needles up my arms - it was that hot. I kept looking over at the clock trying to ride out the five minutes, and it felt like an eternity.But once those five minutes were up, I immediately downed a full glass of milk and then quickly poured myself a second one to sip at slowly every time the pain flared back up. It took some time, I want to say 10 minutes, but eventually the pain subsided to the point where I could walk around and talk again with a manageable amount of discomfort.However, with all that milk + capsaicin still in my system, I proceeded to have pretty epic, spicy dumps throughout the next 48 hours.Despite the discomfort, I had fun and thought it was appropriate for a spice challenge -- if it weren't tough, it wouldn't be much of a challenge! 10/10 from me.

This stuff is hot. Beware… I couldn’t keep it down and it all came back out lol. Very hot indeed

So I bought this product for myself and my brother and had one sent to each of us. The first one my brother received was stolen by porch thieves (that individual received their just reward) so I sent my brother a second one.At long last, we called each other up and consumed the lot just as directed on the box. I thought to myself as I crunched through the first set of peanuts, “man this is going to be a great bonding experience for my brother and I” and “oh boy, the first level is a bit spicier than I thought they would be...” The ensuing 12 hours are a nightmarish hell scape that can barely be described by any meager and inadequate use of the human language, however I shall attempt to recount the events that followed.As expected, each of the five levels of peanuts grew increasingly more hot and spicy. I will however reflect that the second level was rather flavorful and enjoyable. Soon enough, we had consumed all the peanuts, being careful to wear latex gloves as the box directed and to avoid contact with the eyes. My brother, wise beyond his years, elected to drink some Pepto-Bismol prior to the challenge, while I elected not to. This, I think would prove a costly mistake.Upon completion of our task, we both commiserated in how hot and painful the peanuts were. Indeed, the last level tasted of coffee beans and burning. Truly it was as if some mad welder had pinned us down and was using a blow torch to remove our molars. At the very end, I must say I felt waves of euphoria course through me and a tingling sensation through my arms and neck. Finally, the required five minutes passed and we could drink to sweet relief. My brother, again wise beyond his years chose lemon juice. I chose a crisp white wine. I chose poorly.The consequences of my choices did not fully reveal themselves for some time however. Perhaps 30-40 minutes later, after having seemingly recovered, I felt as if my sternum and stomach were suddenly under the assault of an extremely angry boxer. As a boxer in college, I am very familiar with the sensation of a fist colliding with ones solar plex, backed by all the hatred of a rival and this felt no different. In a desperate attempt to relieve the heartburn I drank some Pepto-Bismol but too little, too late. Not a few minutes later, I quickly ended my conversation on the phone with my brother and rushed to our bathroom, my brother and wife yelling “good luck!” as I went.The pain racking through my stomach hit me in waves as I sat upon the porcelain seat. To my dismay, my gassy expulsions brought no relief and I suddenly realized with horror that while seated upon the toilet I was going to have to vomit. This night had turned into a true living nightmare. Quickly I contemplated my options. A: attempt to wipe, flush, turn around and then vomit in the toilet, gripping the seat upon which not moments ago my posterior had been rested. 2: vomit into the bathtub while seated or B: attempt number A and fail, vomiting onto the floor or worst case, into the unflushed toilet to splashing effect.I elected to gamble with A. To my amazement I succeeded. However, my joy at accomplishing my goal was short lived. My stomach expelled it’s contents with such violence, my nostrils and maybe even my eyes filled with fluid. Pain again racked through my body, causing me to convulse uncontrollably while simultaneously screaming and vomiting again. I have taken part in my fair share of binge drinking and over indulging in alcohol in the past. In those cases a good vomit is followed by sweet relaxation and a feeling of accomplishment. Not so tonight. The pain was intense. It was as if I was being simultaneously stabbed in the gut and bear maced from inside the back of my own skull. As a member of the military I have been teargassed before and that was a wonderful past time, a pleasurable hobby even, compared to the chemical assault on my face that occurred with each vomiting.My wife rushed to my aide only to find me screaming, pants around my ankles, snot and vomit streaming from my face in front of the toilet. My body heaved and threw itself backwards on to the ground, desperate to find a position that lessened the pain in my abdomen. Much like the medic in Saving Private Ryan who is shot in the liver, I began shaking and convulsing, unable to speak when my wife asked what she could do to help. However, unlike him, I did not have comrades with ready supplies of morphine to inject into my body, offering the sweet release of death.My arms and legs were numb, I couldn’t control my fingers or toes. As my brain recoiled at the idea that this was now the eternity I was doomed to live forever, my mind saw the true horror of the cosmos and the Eldritch gods. Finally I was able to yell only two words: “orange juice!”She returned with the elixir and while the vomiting ceased, the pain did not. I passed out on the floor, naked from the waist down, in the fetal position. When I awoke, I think the next day, the house was empty. My wife, the dog and the cat were gone. I assume that she, having witnessed the effects of my consumption of these simple peanuts, concluded that I must either be a complete idiot or a sadistic masochist. And I must agree with both conclusions.Long story short: pretty much what I expected from the product. 5 stars.

I ate these contrary to the challenge instructions. I ate one or two at a time over a week because I wanted to judge its taste and heat. Level 5 is disappointing. It’s the same spiciness as level 2 or 3. Level 4 is hot but manageable. Level 1 is actually quite delicious with a decent amount of heat.Compared to the Duel and one chip challenge, these are milder. The Duel was much hotter; felt like a blow torch on my tongue. The sheer quantity of peanuts in this one makes this feel like a better deal.The peanuts themselves are quite large and very good. They’re Virginia peanuts, and they didn’t cheap out with the quality.If they made level 1 in a jar, I’d buy it no question. Overall these are a good value for taste and spiciness.