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Ingesting lots of Cayenne Pepper helped me combat nicotine cravings and withdrawal symptoms.

This was the key to my success with quitting smoking for good!


Hi, I’m CP. I smoked cigarettes for 10 years. I finally quit with the help of Cayenne Pepper!

Was it a miracle substance? Sort of… but it certainly was not the only thing that helped me kick the habit (not by a long shot)! Truth is, there was a lot that went into me finally quitting. One thing is certain though, I could not have successfully quit (or survived the first month) without the help of Cayenne Pepper. I wanted to make this website so that I could document my story and share it with all those struggling to rid themselves of this terrible vice.


If you are contemplating quitting smoking, I implore you to make your next attempt your last. Killing yourself slowly and painfully with cigarettes is simply not the way to go (there are so many better ways)! Listen,we’ve all made mistakes in life. We’ve all had moments of weakness. We’ve all been duped by Big Tobacco. It’s time to show some strength. It’s time to take control. Prove not to others, but to yourself. It is your human right in life to reach for your maximum potential. And it’s okay to be okay with that (as difficult as that may sound). Don’t let smoking hold you back! Take charge of your own health the natural way right now! Let Cayenne Pepper help you quit smoking for good!


The following is my story. It ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. So, click here to jump down to the key points: KEY POINTS



    I started smoking at the end of highschool because… well, all of my friends did. Maybe that’s what I told myself. The truth is, I was an insecure and anxiety-prone individual. It was clear that smoking was an easy way to add some cheap mystique and general “self-harm cool”. At the time I didn’t really comprehend that I was using it as a crutch. I used smoking as a device to mask my insecurities. I suffer from a general social anxiety and restlessness of the spirit. I felt like cigarettes helped me cope with those things. It's true, they helped cast them aside, but they didn’t actually help me resolve those issues. Smoking is a great way to persuade your mind that you don’t need to be all that you can be. It’s a wonderful way to lower yourself, your aspirations, and your expectations. Perhaps I vaguely understood it at the time… but it didn’t really sink in just yet how utilizing this particular mask (nicotine and tar infused cancer sticks, haha) would simply ruin so many aspects of me. I should have seen a counselor or therapist… what would that have ruined? Maybe half a year of my time and 1/100th of the money I would eventually spend on tobacco? Anyways, absolutely blind to what I was doing, I only let my habit get worse. As soon as I entered college… things got really bad. I let cigarettes became my number one stress reliever. I enjoyed working hard and pushing the limits of my body. Cigarettes helped amplify that existence. Late nights of endless work… with wonderfully brief stress-relieving smoke breaks on the hour. I was a dirty smelly mess. And I was smoking everywhere all day long. At its worst, I was lighting up each time I exited a building.  It wasn’t until my senior year could I finally come to acknowledge how cigarettes had set me back. I was frail. I looked awful. My energy levels only rivaled others due to my willingness to endure pain. And my breathing… it was starting to get messed up. Near the end of my time in college I had an enlightening realization. Smoking had inhibited me more than it had provided for me. Yeah, I had gotten by and had good experiences… but it could have really been so much more. This crucial time in my life, I felt as if I had marred it. It’s sort of a regret that I still carry with me today. I knew smoking was wrong. I knew I couldn’t go on. This was 5 years before I was finally able to quit.


    My first successful attempt was at the start of my senior year of college. I went cold turkey and joined an intensive yoga/meditation program. I ate healthy and completely cleaned up everything I owned (clothes, living space, car, etc.). Everything was fresh. Everything was in order. I hadn’t been reminded of that kind of living for a long time. It was an experience that would really stick with me. You know what? Life is pretty awesome when it’s neat and clean. Cleanliness is a powerful thing! Although this attempt would last only until my first major exam (about 2 and a half months), I learned a lot. The most valuable lesson being: the non-smoking world is a really nice place to exist.


    After college I would have only one other big successful attempt. It lasted nearly 4 months. This attempt had been sparked by a major life change (moving across the country). It wasn’t long though till a sort of peer influence got the best of me. Of course, I had no one to blame but myself. It was a gradual return back to smoking. Bumming one or two here and there. Feeling guilty about taking too many from friends, or having to stomach the awkwardness of asking for a stray cigarette from a stranger. After a while you think, “I’ll just get a pack… I’ll pace it out. This way, I don’t have to inconvenience anyone for a while”. But that’s all it takes. You’re back in. I went through this cycle maybe 12 times in 4 years. Look, I had been trying to quit for nearly half a decade. That’s a lot of mental preparation that came in handy for when I finally did quit. It had been a long time coming. I hope that’s not what it’ll take for other addicted smokers out there, but I understand the struggle all too well now.


    Fast-forward to 2015. I had found a strange lump in my neck. I entered full-blown panic mode. My stomach was a giant knot for the following weeks leading up to my CT scan. By this time I had worked my way down to roughly 1 to 3 cigarettes a day. You would think a cancer scare would frighten anyone into quitting any and all bad habits immediately… How could you possibly smoke another cigarette? Well, if you’re as addicted as I was… then you know how powerful a hold it has on you. Leading up to the CT scan I had put serious thought into never smoking again. The most serious thought I had ever put into the subject. I put serious thought into the idea of dying from cigarettes. I thought of all the pain and hardship cigarettes were possibly about to bring me. I felt like a goddamn miserable fool. A while back  I had read Allen Carr’s book, “The Easy Way to Stop Smoking”. I highly recommend it. The main points of the book have always stuck and I would often reflect on them. For me, the one that really gets driven home after reading his book is how awful big tobacco is. How they’ve essentially brainwashed us. It’s one of my favorite points because it pisses me off so much. I consider it a healthy point to derive passion. I mulled over all the points over and over again (they’re quite common sensical, but he does a great job of neatly laying them out). The thought of entering some complex medical runaround (if I were to face cancer treatment) really gave me anxiety. It  made me furious to think about. I don’t like seeing doctors or dentists. I was about to maybe start seeing them every month! Anyways, a day after I took the CT scan my results had came in. There was nothing to worry about. The sigh of relief was epic. I had a new lease on life.


    So, I celebrated not having cancer with a cigarette. Yep. Nicotine is a terrible thing. Okay, so it actually took me a little while longer after getting my results to actually reach my cold turkey date. But, it was an interesting period of time. I was ready to quit. I wanted to quit. I like to think there’s someone out there who can kind of sympathize with what I’m about to say… It’s as if that period of time before my cold turkey date was my saying goodbye to smoking. If there’s one thing I finally learned from my years of struggle with quitting smoking, it’s that I had to accept that once I quit, I could never smoke again.


    Not a single smoke ever again? For as long as I live? The idea had perplexed me since the start of my serious attempts at quitting.  Luckily, a chance encounter with a young man earlier in the year would help straighten out my view on this. I tutor kids from time to time in a classroom setting. One night we had guest visitors come from a similar school organization. A few of the kids and I somehow got on the topic of food allergies. I have none; in fact, I have virtually zero allergies. Never in my life have I had to deal with something like that. So, the topic was a bit out of my grasp. Now, here was this one kid, real sharp. He’s just got his whole life ahead of him. And when I found out never once will he get to enjoy the beauty of a peanut butter sandwich, due to his lethal allergy to peanuts, I was dumbfounded. Really? I asked. “You’ve never had a peanut butter sandwich? And you never will!?”. “Yeah. My doctors have told me I can take a series of pills for several years, so that I can eat peanuts, but I don’t think it’s worth the time or money. I’ll be alright. I can live without peanuts”. Man… I was put in my place. If this kid could live without peanuts, I could live without cigarettes! It was settled; once I quit smoking I could never ever have another cigarette. Over the ten years that I smoked I had developed an allergy to cigarettes! If I smoke just one more… it’s possible it could lead to my death! Okay, that’s a little over the top… but it really sunk in for me. My body can’t manage Nicotine well. As soon as I smoke one, I’m gonna need another. It was all crystal clear from that moment on. There’s simply no way I could have just one more cigarette. And you know what? I was totally fine with that. I wanted to mention this because it really… I don’t know. Did the trick. When I see others smoking I don’t think, “Oh man, I want to join in.”. I think, “Ah.. man. Smoking. I can’t do that anymore. I’ll die.”. It’s really helped. The idea of smoking a cigarette to me now would be like tearing off a huge chunk of my skin.


    Here was about to come the most important and most difficult part of the quitting smoking process; acknowledging why I was a “smoker”. I’ve always been pretty hard on myself. But when I reach a failure point… or decide I have zero chance of success before even making an attempt, I make excuses for myself. As a smoker I held enough insecurities and lacked enough ambition to let myself escape through cigarettes. They made me feel comfortable or content with low standards for achievement. “Oh, I didn’t go through with applying to that adventurous international job? Well… I am a smoker. They wouldn’t have hired me...I should go smoke one right now!”... “Oh, those people look like they’re having fun… Better not get involved. I mean… they look so healthy. I’m a smoker. Hey, guess I should get away from them and light up!”. Smoking allowed me to lower myself, to visualize my being in a comfortable mediocrity. You know what? That’s not the right way to live. Quitting smoking would mean I would have to own up to my worth and to embrace my human right to excel as much as possible; to meet my potential and conquer that which holds me down. Or at least, to know that it’s okay to try. Try and fail gloriously. These were things I was mulling over while I lived with a knot of fear leading up to my CT scan. If I were to find myself free from battling Cancer, I would make sure I would be battling to make my life as awesome as possible. And I would hold no regrets as to how awkward, difficult, or pathetic the pursuit of such things would make me feel. As long as you keep trying, as long as you keep moving, it’s hard to consider yourself a failure. Failure is an endpoint. Failure is when you give up. I decided I wasn’t going to give up on my potential. [Status update: I’m not living some supercharged awesome life… I petered out and have returned to some lazy habits… but still not a single smoke! And still very much done with smoking/urges to smoke… so, that’s awesome.]


    My final attempt wasn’t very calculated, just incredibly driven. My most recent cold turkey attempts had proven difficult. They seemed to be getting more and more difficult with each iteration. So, I contemplated trying out another cessation aid. I had done lozenges (hated ‘em). Bought an E-Cigarette once… ended up blowing smoke rings all night in my apartment. I couldn’t really get into it though, I thought it tasted like burning. Honestly, I had a particular aversion to all these nicotine infused cessation aides after having read Allen Carr’s book. There was a big one left I had never tried though, gum (too worried about the possibility of intense nightmares, a legitimate concern for me). Well, I was in line to pick up some nicotine gum at a local pharmacy when I was confronted with the thought, “this is dumb”. Allen is right… Shouldn’t quit Nicotine with Nicotine… As I was looking around at this misshapen pharmacy space I was reminded of some off-the-street market I had passed in South America (or was it Chinatown? Italy?). I saw quick flashes of shelves lined with herbal remedies and cartons of teas and incense. Strange ointments made of crushed flowers and insect bodies were packed onto racks. And nearby, open air tubs filled to the brim with dark wormy dried vegetables (peppers!). It was really just a quick blur of images, but it prompted me to step out of line. I thought, “There must be something natural and healthy out there to help with the Nicotine withdrawal…”. I thought I had read about cayenne pepper working out (maybe this was from some master cleanse literature). I pulled out my phone and did some quick research. I read about how the Capsaicin in Cayenne Pepper could help to alleviate certain symptoms of nausea and headache (will cite appropriately if I can find it!). Sounded like a cure for nicotine withdrawal.... Anyways, I researched no further, I was sold. It just sounded so right… thinking of all the spicy stuff I had ingested before and the effects they had on me. I walked (of course I didn’t run) to the nearest Trader Joes and bought myself a small shaker of crushed Cayenne Pepper. At the Walgreens next door I also bought myself… Crest Vivid white teeth whitening strips. [Disclaimer: I don’t intend to promote particular products, I’m just trying to document the story as accurately as possible.]. When I returned home I cleaned up everything I owned. I got rid of 90% of my lighters (yes, a percentage, not a number). I threw everything that remotely smelled like smoke into the washing machine. I put away my prized ash trays and removed all smoking paraphernalia out of sight. The place was fresh. It was the cleanest it had been in years. I felt so proud to feel so clean. It was decided that it would be my day number one. The day I brought Cayenne Pepper into my life was the day I quit smoking for good. I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since.



No joke, absolutely the best 4 dollars I ever spent.


    For the first three days I essentially melted my mind with an excessive amount of Cayenne Pepper. I just put it in everything I ingested. Which is interesting because it does go well with almost anything. I put it in various teas and on all of the food I would eat (except of course foods like cereal and uhhh… well, that was about it). There was another large piece to this diet-intensive puzzle. For the first two weeks I decided to abstain from alcohol and… coffee. The alcohol part was easy, but certainly necessary. I’ve never been a huge drinker, but a beer was almost always accompanied by a cigarette. I simply did not think I could taste beer without suddenly feeling the urge to have a smoke. So, I decided to cut that out. That wasn't too hard. Coffee though… Well, any smoker who enjoys coffee knows that the pairing is a match made in heaven. I simply couldn’t imagine brewing some coffee and not immediately stepping out onto my balcony to have a smoke along with it. I can’t even attempt to tell you how many times I enjoyed that combination. Absolutely countless. It hurts my head thinking about it. At a certain point cigarettes became an integral ingredient, “Yes, I’d like a coffee with some cream, sugar, tar, and nicotine please!”. Chai tea lattes turned out to be the ideal replacement for me though… They have enough character to set themselves apart from coffee (taste being a big one), but are certainly just as enjoyable a caffeinated drink. Good at any time of the day and available at almost any place that serves coffee too. Maybe Cayenne does go well with coffee? I never tried that out [Edit: I did. Let's just say it stayed down]. But let me tell you, Chai tea lattes and Cayenne Pepper were meant to be together. Of course, I still carry Cayenne Pepper around with me everywhere. Cayenne... it's just so perfect. I owe my life to the stuff! But yeah, never know when I’m gonna want it handy to spice up a food or drink (truth is, I’m heavy back onto coffee… but the smoking urges are non-existent). Anyways, to circle back to the first three days off cigarettes… Yes, I absolutely melted my mind with Cayenne. I even took some straight! To describe the, “heights of spice” I was enduring, imagine your sinus forming into a heavy balloon that drags your brain and soul upward while at the same time your body is becoming encased in a sensation of nothingness. I was really medicating myself with the stuff. I'm being honest when I say I put it in everything. I was getting doses of Cayenne Pepper all day long for the first two weeks. Now, here is the major disclaimer of the Quit with Cayenne method (besides me being a nobody with zero medical credentials): There were times after ingesting lots of Cayenne where my heart felt like it was racing incredibly fast. It was in no way pleasant. Intense moments of spiciness were often fun (like the head rush from a good serving of quality wasabi), but the racing heart sensation... That was no good. I believe without a doubt that I was pushing it way too hard. There’s only so much Cayenne you can take! I can’t recommend a specific amount… All I can say is… take caution. Don’t overdo it! Listen to your body. If something seems off, tone down the amount of Cayenne and see if that has an effect. Here’s what the cigarette cravings felt like: Non-existent. Now, the habitual and behavioral cravings were strong… The first couple of days were very tough in that regard. But, I’ve been searching my memory trying to recall what the withdrawal symptoms were like, you know, the physical cravings… and I honestly can’t recall what they were like or if I even had any. In previous attempts to quit, or simply after long breaks between cigarettes, the feelings of: nausea, headache, and moodiness would set in bad. They're real. Nicotine dependency is an evil thing. For the longest time it seemed there was only one thing that could combat these physically and emotionally draining episodes, a cigarette. Now I know there is another option out there. Cayenne Pepper!


    Once the fundamentals were set in stone, that I was determined to live a cleaner healthier lifestyle and that I could never again have another cigarette, Cayenne helped the first month fly by with almost no issues whatsoever! The hardest part was breaking the behavioral patterns. I think cutting out coffee and beer for a while was a great idea. The teeth whitening program kept me focused in a particular mindset for the first couple of weeks, it helped pursuing a short term visibile enhancement that would be reverted if I smoked. Making sure everything in my life was clean and smelled fresh (for a good while at least), that was also a smart move. 100% truth be told... I gained a considerable amount of weight. Maybe 10 pounds. Honestly, it felt great to blow money on awesome food instead of cigarettes, because the hunger was there. I knew what was going on. I of course didn't eat much junk food... But I definitely enjoyed it and took the weight gain in stride. My appetite has returned to a normal level now and most of the weight I gained is already gone.Well, it hasn't been a full year yet since my quit date... but this is without a doubt the best feeling "attempt" I've ever experienced. It feels like I'm done smoking. I still think about cigarettes from time to time, but it's different now. I certainly have no cravings. There was a while where I was put off by how healthy and clean I was. It didn't feel like I was myself. I did feel a bit stiff, a bit too cautious. As time has passed though, I've regained a lot of my "character" just... no smoking along with it. I am a bit different, that's true. I'm the healthiest and arguably the happiest I've been in 10 years. Another great point explained in Allen Carr's book is just how twisted nicotine addiction is. The nausea and the moodiness... we would have to smoke to relieve ourselves from the oncoming withdrawal to reach what was in essence a nicotine manufactured normalcy. But that is so completely absurd... the real normalcy is to not be addicted to nicotine. I guess it's fitting that the normalcy I let go of 10 years ago is what I find myself returning to. Well, I've got my life back now. I can move forward.




  1. Recognizing that we smokers are perhaps smokers for particular reasons... What I mean is; we were not hooked to cigarettes because of the nicotine alone. The nicotine kept us locked in, yes. But what makes us smokers goes much deeper than that. You need to confront what that is.
  2. Become comfortable with the fact that you can never have another cigarette. Not because it will deem you a "failure", that's not it at all. I think it's appropriate (and this relates to point #1) that you acknowledge that your body and your being simply can't have them anymore. All it takes is one cigarette to find yourself back on a path towards addiction. Seriously, one.
  3. Alter (at least for a little while 1~2 months) your behavior. Abstain from the things that you associated with smoking: alcohol, coffee, maybe hanging around certain friends or places... I was able to successfully return to all of these things with no cravings to smoke after only about 1-1/2 months. That's not very long at all!
  4. Couple the abstinence behavior with proactive behavior. Cleaning everything I owned and throwing out all my smoking stuff was a great idea. I started eating healthier and exercising regularly. I initiated studying for certain exams to better my career (basically, I found a good positive activity to occupy my time). I also pursued an all around anti-smoker existence by making sure everything was clean and smelled good. Live Fresh!
  5. Combat cravings and nicotine withdrawal by ingesting Cayenne Pepper.



Mr. Cayenne enjoys listening to pyschedelic desert-noir alt-rock and reading works of fiction by the late Raymond Carver. His favorite food is pizza and in his spare time he likes to practice Japanese style woodblock printing; the following are two pieces he very much admires :

Takenuki Gorō

The Great Wave off Kanagawa

Roll your cursor over him at the top of this page to see him dance!








I am not a licensed professional. I have no accredited degrees in physical or mental health. This website is a retelling of my personal story and I in no way can guarantee that Cayenne Pepper is a miracle cure that will work for everyone attempting to quit smoking. Ingest Cayenne at your own risk. Please don't overdo it. Namo amituofo.


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