So much variance in named spice levels. I've had "suicide" wings weaker than Franks and "hot" that was well beyond habanero.

Any reasonable standard should be to just put the scoville on anything marketed as spicy.

As a young man I went to the bar. The guy next to me gets the suicide wings takes one bite, goes ape and declares he can't eat them insisting on free replacements that are less spicy.

I was of course mocking him for being a wimp. So he says "I'm not gonna eat them and can't handle them either" a little back and forth and we settle on a beer as the bet if I can finish an entire flat.

I ate that wing and it might be the hottest thing I've ever eaten. He bought me a beer and left to get dinner elsewhere since they wouldn't give him more free wings.

As soon as he was gone the bartender came to check on me. Apparently she had tried to warn me off the bet but I missed it.

This guy was a regular, poor tipper, chased off other customers by being a jerk, and sexually harassed the staff. He regularly mocked their wings for being not spicy enough and said next time he'd get the suicide but always chickened out next time it was time to order.

As revenge, just for him, they had ordered a bottle of pure capsaicin and kept it around for the day they finally got him to order the suicide wings. This had been that day.

The bartender comped me another beer as an apology for not warning me enough to talk me out of it.

It took both the free beers plus the half of my first beer I had left and 45 minutes to stop sweating.