Someone Needs to Ban This Sauce Before There Are More Victims

Hey y’all. So today… I really did it. I took on a challenge that had me questioning every decision I’ve ever made: Nikocado Avocado’s infamous spicy sauce. And let me just say—I was not ready. But I hit “record” anyway because some things are too wild not to share.

I’ve followed Nikocado for years. He may not post as often these days, but when he does, it's chaotic magic. And when he made that outrageous spicy sauce, I knew I had to recreate it—my way—and turn it into a real challenge.

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The Sauce: A Four-Ingredient Monster

Don’t let the simplicity fool you. This “death sauce” is no joke. It’s made from:

• Samyang’s 2x spicy sauce (y’all KNOW how deadly that is),

• Chili oil,

• Sesame seed oil,

• A dash of sugar.

That's it. Just four ingredients, but this combo is lethal. Nikocado didn’t give any measurements (shocker), so I went rogue. PSA: Go light on the sesame seed oil. That flavor can bully every other ingredient if you’re not careful. Honestly, if you can find chili oil with sesame already mixed in—do it. Save yourself the headache (and your money).

When I first heated this on the stove, it was so thick it clung to the spoon like lava. So I jazzed it up—added vinegar and a little chicken broth. Now we had something edible... well, almost.

A Prayer Before the Storm

Before diving in, I had to pray. No joke. “Lord, in Jesus' name, thank You for this food and please, just let me live through this.”

I wasn’t playing. My spice tolerance? Practically non-existent. I’m the person who sweats eating mild salsa. So this? This was reckless. I prepped: no lashes, old T-shirt, tissues within arm’s reach. I knew I was going to cry. I just didn’t know how much.

First Bite: Sweet Regret

Y’all. The first bite? Immediate regret and absolute bliss. That chicken hit my tongue and my tastebuds went into survival mode. Fire. Everywhere. My chin burned. My lips were tingling. My soul left the chat. But weirdly? I couldn’t stop. The flavor underneath all that fire? Incredible. Rich, savory, spicy—but not just for the sake of pain. I was suffering... but I was living.

I grabbed my coldest water bottle and chugged like my life depended on it—because it did. (P.S. shoutout to whoever sent me that bottle—still keeping me alive.)

The Official Challenge Rules

If I’m going through this, we’re doing it right. Here are the rules:

• Four chicken pieces: one breast, one leg, one thigh, one wing.

• Cook them however you want—fried, grilled, baked—it’s up to you.

• But you must dip each bite in the sauce. Not once. Every bite.

• You eat every piece to the bone. No meat left = you lose.

• No stopping to wipe your face. No whining. Just vibes. And pain.

This isn’t a “fun” challenge. This is serious. If you're soft, sit this one out.

The Aftermath: A Spicy Revelation

I made it to the end. Barely. I looked like a disaster. My face was glowing like I’d run a marathon in a volcano. My stomach? Let’s just say it was... negotiating. And yet—I was proud. This was torture with flavor. And somehow, I wanted to do it again. Not the full challenge (I’m not that crazy), but this sauce? Oh, I’m keeping it. Freezing it. Respecting it.

Pro tip for anyone brave enough to try: Wear trash clothes. Skip the makeup. Keep water nearby. And if your stomach's sensitive, maybe take some Pepto beforehand. I didn’t, and I regret that choice deeply.

Final Thoughts

This challenge was wild. It was hilarious. It was painful. And yes—it was absolutely worth it. If you try this, tag me. I need to see your struggle. Misery loves company, and I want y’all right here with me in this spicy pit of chaos.

Most importantly—take care of yourself. Keep God first. I love y’all. I’ll see you next video. Peace out… and please, pray for my intestines.