Legend has it, this fiery blend is the work of a scorned Nashville woman whose fried chicken loving partner, Thornton Prince, had a habit of coming home late with a little more than sweat around his collar. After a particularly debaucherous night, Prince woke up to the smell of freshly cooked fried chicken. Little did he know, his partner had put a devilish amount of cayenne pepper in his dish looking to teach him a lesson. Hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned. Just like Prince, we fell in love with Nashville hot chicken and decided to bring it home to Michigan!