Reddit reviews Mad Dog 357 Dried Carolina Reaper Peppers (7 grams)

Very well - it's a good story.

Coworkers know about my enjoyment of spicy things so one came in one day and says "I brought this in for you, I think you'll like them"
He hands me a small bag with a transparent side. Of course, that was the side that was facing me. All I saw was what looked like large balls of popcorn. So, without hesitation I tore the bag open and popped a whole one inside my mouth. I was already swallowing the item when I turned over the bag and saw this.

Initially, I wasn't worried since like I said in a separate comment, I'd had this and hotter things before. Unfortunately, a perfect storm of somewhat rare events conspired to make this a very, very long day.

Shortly after eating the pepper I was in the break room consuming the following items, in this order:

• Ice cube
  
  
• Expired Greek yogurt
  
  
• French vanilla creamer
  
  
  I knew if I could make it through the mouth-burn part that I would be more or less okay. Indeed, those items took the edge off and 10 minutes later I was okay, as far as my mouth went.
  
  Sadly, at that time the big big boss (who comes to our office about three or four times a year) walks in and calls an all-hands meeting. At 10:30. What followed was two of the longest hours of my life. Another coworker sees me (of course sitting immediately to the boss's right) grimacing and sweating and in pain and mouths "Are you okay?". I mouth back "No, it's that FUCKING pepper!". A quick head-shake from him and that was that.
  
  Eventually the meeting ended and I tear-ass out back to my desk. I knew that yet another coworker was likely in a similar state, seeing as he'd cut up half a pepper from the same bag and mixed it in with his lunch casserole. I asked if he'd ever had Thai Tea (yes) and would he like some (hell yes).
  
  So, I run to the car and head to the good Thai place near the office. On the way, a surge of overwhelming pain comes on and I duck into the nearest grocery store, fast-walk to the cream section, and chug some right there in the aisle before collapsing on some nearby porch furniture. Not long after, an employee walks by and sees me in my sorry state and asks if I'm okay. I ask the nice lady if she likes hot food (No). I reply that there's nothing she can do for me at this point and I leave (and pay for the cream).
  
  Naturally, the good Thai place is closed (this was a Monday) so I have to haul-ass to another Thai place closer to the office. They WERE open and furnished me with two Thai teas which I brought back, to our mutual relief.
  
  Now, as far as I was concerned, that should have been the end of it, aside from the second burn the next day, which I was fully prepared for. That is, until dinner time at home.
  
  Now, it's important to remember that I'd had basically no food since breakfast. Wife and I start having dinner (Sweet Italian sausage) with some baked beans. I make it halfway through one sausage before I'm on all fours on the living room floor. Moments later I'm shitting my life out in the bathroom while simultaneously vomiting the undigested remains of that MOTHER FUCKING PEPPER.
  
  My wife, ever the supportive one, says something to the effect of "What the fuck did you get into today, didn't you learn your lesson the last time?" and hooked me up with some more cream and a Zantac.
  
  After all that, there really wasn't a second burn the next day and to this day, almost four months later, I haven't had really any hot stuff since.