I grew up in Baltimore, raised in my father’s church, surrounded by cousins, cookouts, and food that meant more than a meal—it was how we celebrated, connected, and showed love. My grandmother always had a plate ready, and every backyard gathering came with the sounds of "Candy," "Outstanding," and "Summertime." That soul, that vibe, is in everything I make.

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After years of working jobs that paid the bills but didn’t feed my purpose—and three layoffs later—I stopped waiting and bet on myself. With faith, encouragement from my wife, and a fire to create, I built Hot Rocks from the ground up.

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Every rub is self-taught, tested, and rooted in Black culture, resilience, and realness. This isn’t just seasoning—it’s my story, bottled.