Spicy peppers

It's made by the king of chili with the soul and the heart. From harvesting, cutting and processing, salt is added, ginger, garlic, white wine is evenly stored. It is as dark as a day of human suffering: bitter, spicy, salty, one. In the following years, after three additions, four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are hidden in a circle. And so it senses the frost of the autumn, the snow of the winter, the bud of the warm wind of the spring, the heat of the summer. In October of Kim Autumn, one year of childbirth, years of suffering, spicy, bitter. Nagan will be raised again. At the beginning of the altar, the air will be filled with a cloud of darkness that will not be seen, nor will be found. It's like eating a drum. Red gold in the disc, burning in the stomach. And the gushing is not moving, and the salivation is done! In order to meet its arrival, the taste buds stand up for it, the lips stand for it, the mouths continue to rest, and special passages are washed from the tip of the tongue, the throat to the stomach. It's always ready for the screening of the carving peppers, as if the appetite would rise again because of its arrival. Scribble peppers: The green peppers have been removed, there is no dry pepper burst. All I have is the odour of the odour that has been planted through the cellars of time. Acid: It's the beginning of the fragrance, the spleen, the appetizer, the heat, the antidote, the fire, the lungs. Pure nature, from nature, from inheritance, from fate。