Summer dies
in August.
This is how we send it off.
One run. One day.
August 6 — the day the founder turns 46.
Forty-six of each. Not one more.
Made by hand, numbered by hand.
The number on your bottle exists once.
Nothing ships before it exists. The batch is made on drop day and leaves the same week.
Ghost. Scorpion. Reaper.
So hot it’ll text your ex.
Dark, dangerous, and bold enough
to wake the dead.
Three peppers deep.
Comes with a safe word.
The Founding 50 see it first.
Forty-eight hours. Then the doors open.
That window is permanent. Founders eat first on everything this house ever makes — this is simply the first time it matters.
Not a Founder yet? 27 numbers remain.
When they’re gone,
they’re gone.
No reprint. No restock. No second run.
Death of Summer returns next August.
This one doesn’t.
You only turn 46 once. Level 46 is the proof it happened.