Just so people don't start thinking theyre looking at Pitchfork or something, I'd like to feature something that I've discovered recently that has nothing to do with trendy indie music. Clancy's Fancy Hot Sauce is basically the Nectar of the Gods. I discovered it in its hometown of Ann Arbor Michigan. It was probably in my top five favorite things about Ann Arbor, somewhere between cross country skiing, the 8 ball pub, the food (HA! Sorry, Ann Arborites- Tios sucks, The Fleetwood Diner sucks, and Zingermans is great, but a sandwhich costs 11 dollars and they'll try to sell you on a 7 dollar side of applewood-bacon-studded-chipotle-rubbed-new-potato-salad), and partaking in the age-old tradition of after-hours drinking in the posh ladies room of stately Rackham Hall. Clancy's Fancy is a hometown hero, much like Jeff Daniels, who is from Chelsea and does an evening of amusing stories and musical interludes every Christmas as a fundrasier at The Purple Rose Theatre. But unlike a night of jazz standards and holiday favorites with the star of Aracnophobia, Clancy's Fancy is shockingly good.

Its ingredients list is a battery of sensual delights: Apple Cider Vinegar, Michigan Extra Virgin Olive Oil, Fresh Garlic, Fresh Ginger, Michigan Wildflower honey, Cayenne and Scotch Bonnet Peppers, Orange Juice.

You don't know. Remember when everybody jumped on the Sriracha jock a couple years ago? Once they taste the fanciness, these little black bottles are going to be popping up everywhere and kicking that smug rooster out of every hipster's fridge. That's my prediction for this year. I know what I said last year about Yeungling knocking PBR out of the box didn't really happen, but this one's a lock.