Praise be to El Grande! Yesterday, after 2 years of labor and love, I picked my first rocoto ever. I was quivering with excitement as cut open the pepper to behold the black seeds among the red flesh. As I inhaled the aroma of the blessed fruit, I could smell the sweet heat of which I was about to partake. I took a bite of the front of the pepper. The flavor was similar to that of a red bell pepper, only better in some indescribable way. The heat was substantial but pleasant. I took a bite of the back of the pepper. Again, I tasted the same wonderful flavor. All of a sudden, the heat started to build. I could feel the spirit of El Grande flowing through my body. I was on fire, a burning sacrifice. I AM NOT WORTHY! The feeling left almost as quickly as it had come, leaving only a memory of the blessing I had received. WOW! Those peppers are something else. They are not as hot as my habs, but still pack quite a punch. In El Grande's Service John Lilly