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Chocolate habanero depth with brown sugar warmth, lime snap, and a quiet cinnamon finish.
Small-batch hot sauces with campfire manners and a pour when the pot asks for it. Not a gimmick bottle. A bottle you actually reach for.
Proudly made in South Carolina
Flavor first. Heat that earns its seat. Built for wings, eggs, grilled anything, and the odd midnight raid on leftovers.
Chocolate habanero depth with brown sugar warmth, lime snap, and a quiet cinnamon finish.
Mango and habanero, dedicated to Lynn. Bourbon, brown sugar, rosemary, and a clove wink.
Bright, tropical heat with manners. The one that shows up blonde and still runs the table.
Mellow sweetness, savory depth, then heat. South Carolina in a bottle, no apology.
Roasted persimmon, habanero, mezcal smoke, and maple. A little witchy. On purpose.
Greener, cleaner heat. Born after a ride on the east dike of Lake Marion Dam. Dan said Jalapeño.
Hot peppers over sautéed garlic and onion. Heat that builds, savory all the way through, bright acid at the end. A proper hot sauce for any situation.
Camp Master G started as a kitchen experiment and turned into a lineup with opinions. We chase flavor that can stand next to heat, not hide behind it.
A pour in the pot when it earns the seat. Fruit when it belongs. Peppers treated like produce, not a dare. Everything bottled in South Carolina.
This site is the camp sign on the tree. Shop comes next.
Heat has to climb. Flavor has to climb with it. The top rung is sweat worthy, not a stunt.
We’re not taking orders on this page yet. If you want a taste, a wholesale chat, or just want to know when the shop lights up — write us.