Here, fire is not chaos.
It is discipline.
The Forge exists to temper — not to destroy.
Heat is measured. Balance is sworn.
Every flame born here carries purpose.
Every blade of flavor is shaped, struck, and cooled with intent.
We do not chase heat for spectacle.
We honor it for what it reveals.
This is where flavor is forged.
By hand. By fire. By oath.
When winter bound the world in iron chains, Freyr walked the frozen fields with the sun rising at his back. In his open hand burned a single golden ember — not a weapon, but a promise carried through the cold.
Where it fell, ice loosened its grip. Soil warmed beneath the snow. Roots remembered their strength, and life pressed upward through the frost. Freyr did not scorch the land; he restored it.
Before he turned away, he left that flame behind — a heat to be tended, shared, and trusted. A fire that rewarded patience and balance.
That ember became Freyr’s Fire — clean, welcoming, and forged for growth rather than war.
Jalapeño peppers, sweet onion, green bell pepper, lime juice, apple cider vinegar, pineapple
White wine vinegar, garlic, honey, olive oil, sea salt, ground cumin, ground turmeric
Crisp, fresh jalapeño heat — medium and welcoming
Bright lime and pineapple “sunshine” sweetness
Warm cumin and turmeric forming a harvest-spice backbone
Clean, lingering finish that invites another taste
Laid upon grilled chicken or pork to claim a sun-forged glaze
Cast over roasted roots and vegetables to awaken the harvest
Mixed into grain bowls and greens to turn restraint into resolve
Stirred into eggs, breakfast tacos, or avocado toast to begin the day with purpose
A gateway flame — bold enough to be remembered, disciplined enough to be shared
It is said Loki once wagered with Jörmungandr — not over strength, but deception. Loki claimed he could craft a flame that smiled before it struck.
Green embers were mixed with lime, apple, smoke, and mischief itself. The first taste welcomed, bright and easy. The second coiled tight and bit, sharp as fangs beneath silk.
Those who lingered learned too late: this flame does not warn, nor does it play fair. It burns by its own rules.
Thus was born Loki’s Trickster Heat — playful at first, cunningly sharp after, and never quite finished with you.
Serrano peppers, apple cider vinegar, onion, lime juice, green apple, honey, garlic, olive oil, sea salt, smoked paprika, ground coriander, matcha.
Bright green serrano snap that sneaks up
Zesty lime with crisp green apple and honey
Smoked paprika and coriander laying earthy mischief beneath
Matcha adds a subtle, unsettling depth — wrong in all the right ways
Splashed across tacos, quesadillas, or nachos when you want a smile before the burn
Brushed onto grilled fish or shrimp where heat should arrive late and unannounced
Worked into marinades for chicken, pork, or skirt steak — subtle at first, sharp by the end
Swirled into mayo or crema to create a “harmless” sauce no one sees coming
Best used where guests underestimate green sauces — and learn quickly
Each dawn, the great wolf Sköll rises to chase the sun across the sky. With burning paws he runs the heavens, snapping at the light that forever escapes him. From his stride fall sparks — violet, gold, and shadow-black where they land.
Fruit darkens beneath their touch. Smoke deepens. Sweetness grows heavy, and heat turns fierce and patient. The chase leaves its mark.
From that endless pursuit comes Sköll’s Wrath — blackberry darkness bound to scorpion fire, rich and merciless as the hunt itself.
This flame does not retreat.
It runs you down.
Scorpion peppers, blackberries, balsamic vinegar, maple syrup, roasted shallot, black garlic, lime juice, apple cider vinegar, olive oil, sea salt, fresh thyme.
Dark, jammy blackberry richness at the front
Deep balsamic and maple sweetness — heavy and brooding
Black garlic and roasted shallot bringing smoky umami
Scorpion pepper delivers a fierce, lingering high heat
Bright lime and thyme cut through to keep it sharp
Brushed onto steaks, venison, lamb, or pork tenderloin
Finished on wings or ribs for a glossy, purple blaze
Drizzled over charcuterie or sharp cheeses to unsettle the board
Stirred into pan sauces or compound butters for red meat
Added sparingly — this flame does not forgive excess
Odin’s fire is not struck in haste. It is gathered from long roads walked, from smoke-darkened halls, and from truths paid for in blood and silence. It burns low and steady — a flame that watches before it acts.
This is the fire of the Allfather, shaped by patience and sharpened by memory. It does not shout its strength. It waits, testing the unwary, revealing itself only after the tongue has committed.
Those who rush it find only heat.
Those who respect it find wisdom.
This is Odin’s Ember — a knowing flame, forged in smoke and carried by those who understand when to wait.
Habanero peppers, yellow onion, orange juice, apple cider vinegar, carrot, garlic, mead, tomato paste, honey, avocado oil, smoked paprika, salt, ground cumin.
Bright habanero heat that rises with intention
Smoky depth layered with carrot and roasted aromatics
Subtle sweetness from mead, honey, and orange
Earthy cumin grounding the fire
Warm, lingering finish that rewards restraint
Folded into stews and braises where time deepens flavor
Brushed onto ribs or smoked meats for layered heat
Stirred into beans or grains to add wisdom and warmth
Used sparingly — this flame teaches patience
From the hand of sacrifice comes the bite of justice. When Fenrir was bound, Týr did not turn away, knowing the cost of honor and paying it without complaint.
His flame is forged in that same spirit — bold, truthful, and unwavering. It strikes clean, holds balance, and does not bend for excess or fear.
There is no trickery here. No indulgence. Only resolve, measured and exact.
This is Týr’s Bite — a flame that keeps its word and cuts only where it must.
Apple cider vinegar, fire-roasted yellow bell peppers, peaches, pineapple, mango, water, tomato paste, Peach Ghost Scorpion pepper, orange habanero peppers, onion, garlic, ginger, lemon juice, honey, basil, turmeric, sea salt.
Bright, layered fruit from peach, pineapple, and mango
Clean vinegar snap with citrus lift
Ginger and basil adding sharp clarity
Ghost scorpion heat delivering a firm, honest bite
Balanced finish that never drifts into chaos
Ignites shrimp tacos or grilled seafood with precision
Brings balance to grilled chicken without overpowering it
Strengthens eggs, rice, and grain bowls with purpose
Ideal where fairness matters more than force
This flame does not overreach — and neither should you
From the burning realm of Muspelheim comes Surtr, the fire giant whose grin heralds the end of days. When he steps forward, the sky cracks and the world burns — not in rage, but in certainty.
His fire does not warn. It builds, it spreads, and it consumes until resistance is meaningless. Smoke thickens. Sweetness darkens. Heat rises fast and refuses mercy.
This is not a flame to test.
It is a flame to unleash.
This is Surtr’s Grin — searing, smoky, and relentless, laughing as it takes hold.
Apple cider vinegar, fire-roasted red bell peppers, tomatoes, water, onion, garlic, 7 Pot Primo peppers, habanero peppers, balsamic vinegar, maple syrup, black garlic, lime juice, smoked paprika, chipotle peppers in adobo, thyme, kosher salt.
Immediate roasted red pepper depth
Heavy smoke from chipotle and paprika
Dark sweetness from maple syrup and balsamic
Black garlic driving deep umami
Rapid escalation into punishing, lingering heat
Scorch steaks and ribs when restraint is no longer the goal
Set wings ablaze with glossy, brutal intent
Stir into chili or stews to raise the stakes beyond comfort
Add to sauces sparingly — excess will not be forgiven
This flame is not negotiated with
Long before the first bottle was sealed, M&M’s Preserved Perfection was forged with a single purpose — to honor the old ways. Real ingredients. Patient hands. Fire respected, not rushed. This is the hearthfire of our craft, where tradition and flavor are bound together like iron and runestone.
From that forge rose a new legend: Flames of the North.
Born of smoke, embers, and Norse myth, this line carries the spirit of ancient stories — the wolves, the gods, and the fires that shape the Nine Realms. Each sauce is its own saga, forged with intent and bound to the powers that walk the old tales.
Freyr’s promise of growth.
Loki’s cunning smile.
Sköll’s endless hunt.
Odin’s watchful wisdom.
Týr’s unwavering justice.
Surtr’s fire at the end of all things.
Each bottle carries more than heat — it carries a story meant to be shared at the modern feast hall.
M&M’s Preserved Perfection is the craftsman.
Flames of the North is the legend born from the fire.
Together, we honor what came before while forging unforgettable flavors for those who still gather around the flame.
When the fire is lit, the hall opens.
Markets and festivals where the North comes to feast.
When the feast is finished and the hall grows quiet,
the flame does not die.
It settles into stone and timber,
into iron marked by time and smoke,
into the hands that carried it
and the names spoken beside the fire.
It waits —
to be shared,
to be tasted,
to be lit again.
Until the North gathers once more.