Born in the back of Smugglers’ Lounge, this is the stuff that powers the infamous Horseradish Challenge—where brave (or foolhardy) souls take on a straight spoonful and emerge either victorious, teary-eyed, or both. That signature eye-watering blast hits like a freight train to the face, pure horseradish heat with just enough vinegar tang to keep it honest. No bells, no whistles, no mercy—just raw, nose-running glory in every bite.