Hasta la Muerte:
The innocence of lily and carnation, sweetened with vanilla absolute, smashed and marred by an undercurrent of heartless black spice.
Oh, romance. Or something like it. A dozen red roses, spilled wine, a hint of blood, and gunsmoke.
Like the heart, fickle and a bit deceptive. A heavy, dark, smoky scent with a taunting core of sweetness.