From the bland, middle-class hot sauces that leave your tongue paralysed while you betray your mother’s cooking. Back in the kitchen, a wooden spoon stirs attentively. The experienced mother’s hand strikes the sauce pots with exotic spices and random seeds, promising a piquant sensation for the seasoned palate.

There’s no escaping it. Your taste buds bear the consequences of your prefrontal cortex while your tongue ecstatically claps hands with your palate.

Open wide for the little train. Your mother’s sauce is here to spoil you from the inside out.

Tomatoes, Onions, Curry, Vinegar, Sugar, Soy, Peaches, Garlic