Salesmen and shills. The world has an overabundance of such people.
Now, I have nothing against business. Commerce through the exchange of goods and services is the lifeblood of human communities, the lowest-common-denominator reason that people congregate into groups. Social tribe/family, camaraderie, and affection all matter, but business is the bottom line and where most group associations end up.
I don't, however, like hype. Not one bit. I don't trust hype as far as I can throw it. If someone wants to sell me something and tells me that it's The Greatest Thing Since Slice Bread, I'm out the door in a heartbeat.
Right from the get-go, the hype machine was cranked up for Foggy River Bottom Sauce NETs in a big way that immediately put me off. Not that the protest of closing my wallet makes a difference to anyone but me, but it's my small vote against arrogance, ignorance, or insincerity, or whichever combination of those dubious qualities happens to be pushing the over-the-top sales pitch.
To be fair, this was a one-on-one conversation. He wasn't trying to sell me. The hype is coming from Vapor Joe, on behalf of vaping Watch, which is now selling the Fog Sauce. This is pretty modest juice made with simple soaks -- certainly nothing deserving either wild praise or contempt.
Three years ago, it would have been a revelation. Now it's going to have to compete with a dozen other NET vendors. Looks like he lucked into an effective source of publicity.