In the jungles of Jamaica, far from the soft, white beaches and luxury resorts, there"s a small shack with a small garden. In the garden, Scotch Bonnet and Habanero peppers are grown. In the shack, jerk sauce is made with them. In the mouths of those who eat it, a strange voodoo begins to take hold, consuming the body, mind and soul in a fiery, hypnotic euphoria. Pain is good. There is no sensation quite like the one of this sauce with Caribbean fruit juices and spices. The flask bottle has a picture of a Rasta-man, who is obviously in pain.