Holy Original
Our signature jerky. Hand-cut, marinated in the house blend, dried low and slow. The one we're known for.
Real meat, our own blends, dried low and slow. No factory, no shortcuts — just jerky we're a little obsessed with.
Artisan jerky, made by hand in Jerusalem. We hand-cut the meat, marinate it in blends we mill ourselves, and dry it low and slow until every piece is exactly right. Small batches, no shortcuts, nothing you can't pronounce.
Signature jerky, spices, and merch. Add what's in stock to your bag — checkout when you're ready.
The jerky we're known for, plus salami sticks for the pocket. Buy 6 get 1 free — mix and match any packs.
Our signature jerky. Hand-cut, marinated in the house blend, dried low and slow. The one we're known for.
Our sweet jerky. Same hand-cut beef, finished with a glossy glaze — sticky, savory-sweet, hard to share.
Our spicy jerky. Same hand-cut beef, kicked up with real heat — bold, smoky, and built for people who like it hot.
Snappable beef salami sticks — the family pack. Same glovebox-proof snack, bigger bag.
Snacks we roast, and spices we dehydrate and mill ourselves — completely natural, never preserved. For spices, pick a flavor on the card.
Crunchy roasted chickpeas, lightly spiced. The snack that quietly disappears off the table.
Our house rub, built around real dehydrated coffee. Deep, roasty, a little sweet — completely natural, nothing preserved.
Pure dehydrated onion, nothing else — no fillers, no preservatives. Fine powder or coarse granules.
Stamp on cotton. Worn by the crew, the regulars, and a few people who just like the logo.
The stamp, stitched. Sits flat, holds a clip, quietly says where you eat.
Bone-colored heavyweight fleece with the paprika stamp across the chest. The one you'll steal back off your friend.
Boxy heavy-cotton tee, the full seal printed on the back. The one we actually wear in the kitchen.
Real messages — the kind that make a Friday batch worth it.
Kitchen cuts, drops, and the occasional holy moment.
Holy Smokes is artisan jerky, made by hand in Jerusalem. It started the way these things usually do — we couldn't find jerky we actually wanted to eat. The shelf stuff was either cardboard or candy, and the good stuff was a flight away. So we made our own.
Then we made it again. And again. We hand-cut the meat, marinate it in blends we mill ourselves, and dry it low and slow until every piece hits exactly right — chew, not crunch; deep, not sweet. No factory, no preservatives, no fifty-ingredient label. Just good meat and the patience to do it properly.
We are, honestly, a little obsessed. We argue about thickness. We taste every batch. If a bag wouldn't make us say holy smokes, it doesn't leave the kitchen.
"If we wouldn't eat the whole bag ourselves, we don't sell it." — the Holy Smokes crew
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