“Heat, Gummies & Good Vibes: My Wild San Diego Weekend”

I just got back from San Diego—and let me tell you, this trip had everything. Sunshine, sea air, hot sauce, a few shady dives, and some of the most colorful, beautiful, and unexpected people I’ve ever met… with wild conversations in the most surprising places—yes, even in elevators.

It all started with a walk around the harbor. If you’ve never been, San Diego’s harbor walk is the kind of place where time slows down. Boats bobbing in the water, sea lions barking off in the distance, vendors slinging snacks, and that perfect breeze off the Pacific that makes you feel like you’ve hit pause on life’s craziness. But I wasn’t just there to sightsee—I came to hustle.

I brought my signature stash: my five brand new hot sauce flavors (🔥🔥🔥), my gourmet gummies, and of course, the mushrooms that always seem to spark the best conversations.

Let’s talk sauce first:

• OG Hot Sauce – sweet, deadly, and addictive (If Tapatio and Cholula had a baby) 

• Mango Ganjanero – a tropical tease with a kick

• Original Sweet BBQ – for the BBQ heads and breakfast rebels

• Lime Cilantro Verde – zesty and bright with a slow burn

• Habanero Scorpion Fire – not for the weak of tongue

People lit up when they tasted them. Seriously—some folks bought bottles, took a bite, walked five feet, and turned around to buy more. That’s the kind of magic you want when you’re pushing small-batch fire.

Now the gummies? Discreet, delicious, and exactly what the weekend called for. A micro here, a mellow trip there, and suddenly I was everyone’s favorite stranger. San Diego has a way of turning “customers” into characters in your story.

And oh—the mushrooms. Let’s just say a few curious souls took the scenic route to higher consciousness, and I got to witness the giggles, the awe, and the “wait, is that building breathing?” moments that never get old.

But the people? That’s where the trip hit different.

I met a street poet who rapped in riddles about condiments and love. I shared a moment with a traveling nurse who tried the Ghost Peach Reaper and literally cried (from spice and emotion). I ended up in a die bar (yes, not dive—these spots are one broken neon sign away from haunted) where the jukebox still had cassette tapes and someone traded me vintage weed pins for a bottle of Scorpion Fire. We hugged like old friends.

And elevators. I don’t know what it was, but I had elevator karma all weekend. Every time those doors opened, I ended up in the best random conversations. One guy pitched me a crypto project. A girl with a mohawk gave me her zine. A couple told me they were getting married that day and asked if my gummies would calm their nerves. (Spoiler: they did.)

San Diego was wild. It reminded me that selling hot sauce and edibles isn’t just a business—it’s a doorway to connection. A good flavor or a well-dosed gummy starts a conversation. And if you’re lucky, it becomes a story.

I left with less inventory, more friends, and a phone full of contacts I may never see again—but who I’ll never forget.

Until next time, San Diego… stay spicy 🌶️

— Cosmo D

(a.k.a. The Gummy Wizard / Sauce Hustler / Elevator Philosopher)