First time I ever saw those little bottles of Tabasco was during my first & only thru hike, Laurel Highlands Trail, 1997, with Gutsy. 2nd night out, we got to the shelter and found two of 'em sitting on a beam. We spent the night chatting about Milo & the parapackers, how we looked like burritos in our sleeping bags, and how the Tabasco seemed fitting... Cheers, Navigator