Jerk isn’t just a flavor—it’s a legacy. It’s the fire in the food, the spirit in the smoke, and the strength of a people who refused to be broken. My roots run deep in Jamaica, grounded in the proud heritage of the Maroons—resilient warriors who escaped slavery, built free communities in the mountains, and passed down traditions that still live on in every beat of my heart.

And at the center of it all was my mother.

She was the one who taught me what real jerk is—not just the taste, but the feeling. I watched her in the kitchen and by the fire, moving with quiet confidence, blending scotch bonnet, pimento, thyme, and garlic like it was second nature. She never measured, but it was always perfect. Her sauce was bold, soulful, and alive with history—just like her.

This recipe is hers. This sauce is my tribute.

Every drop carries the heat of the peppers, the warmth of the spices, and the strength of the woman who taught me to honor where I come from. It’s a flavor forged in freedom, passed down with pride, and now shared with you.

From my mother’s hands to your table—this is more than sauce. It’s a taste of heritage.