Ahogándote: A Love to Conquer the Seas
Rare. Elusive. Legendary.
Embark on a sensorial odyssey across sun-drenched Andalusian shores and the untamed Mediterranean seas with Ahogándote, a fragrance as daring as the pirate Diego Alvarado and as timeless as his forbidden love, Isabel. This tropical Spanish paradise perfume is a masterful fusion of heritage, adventure, and seduction—crafted for those who demand more than scent, who seek a story woven into every note.
From the first breath, crisp Spanish limon, succulent grapefruit, and exotic lovefruit awaken the senses like sunlight on citrus groves. Heart notes of Isabelle’s jasmine, Rosa Cornelia, and lush pomegranate capture the elegance of Andalusian gardens and the richness of Mediterranean markets. Subtle whispers of coconut, vanilla, and cocoa lend warmth and depth, evoking sun-soaked voyages and treasures of rare indulgence. Anchoring the scent, sensual amber, creamy musk, and aged oak leave an unforgettable trail of power, allure, and mastery.
Every drop tells a story of courage, passion, and audacity—the fearless conquest of life and love. Ahogándote is not merely worn; it is claimed, a signature for those who dare to stand apart, whose presence commands attention, and whose life is lived at the apex of sophistication and taste.
This is a perfume for the collector who refuses the ordinary, for the individual who understands that luxury is not given—it is seized. Rare and elusive, Ahogándote is limited in availability, a jewel of the Mediterranean captured in liquid form, destined for those who live passionately, lead boldly, and love without compromise.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Estoy ahogándote en mi amor.
- Diego
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ahogándote: A Love to Conquer the Seas
Part I
 
In the year of our Lord, 1550, on the golden shores of Andalusia where the sea kissed the earth with eternal longing, a woman named Isabel Montiel stole the heart of a man born for legend. With hair black as midnight and eyes that gleamed like emeralds kissed by sunlit waves, Isabel was more than beautiful—she was defiant, radiant, a storm beneath silken grace. To Diego Alvarado, the pirate with salt in his veins and rebellion in his blood, she was everything. But love, he believed, was a treasure too rich for a man like him. Born of poverty, baptized by cannon fire, Diego vowed to return from the sea not as a man in love, but as a man worthy of it. So he left. With only a kiss as proof they had ever existed in the same world, he boarded La Libertad, his ship and sanctuary, and sailed into legend. Years passed. The sea shaped him into something more than mortal. Merchant fleets whispered his name in terror. Navy captains cursed it in their sleep. Diego Alvarado—the scourge of the Spanish Main. But his legend bore a darker name: Ahogándote—“Drowning you.” A promise and a warning, spoken before he sent ships to the depths. But in all his victories, in the thunder of cannons and the glitter of stolen gold, Diego carried only one thing close: the memory of Isabel. Her laughter echoed louder than any cheer, her face more luminous than any sunrise on the tide. And yet… doubt crept in like fog. Was she still waiting? Or had time eroded her love, as surely as waves grind stone into sand? When Diego at last returned to Andalusia, he found not peace, but whispers. Whispers that pierced deeper than blades. Isabel was to marry another. Don Fernando de Arriaga—a nobleman with silver in his tongue and greed in his veins. Wealthy, well-born, and ruthless, he had secured her hand with the coin Diego never had. The wedding was set for a day heavy with storm. The skies darkened, wind rising like a warning from the heavens themselves. Within the grand chapel of Seville, candlelight flickered against golden altar walls, casting long shadows over Isabel, veiled and trembling. She stood, swathed in ivory silk, but her soul felt shackled. With every prayer uttered, she heard the ocean call. With every step toward the altar, her heart screamed for the man who had once promised her the world—not in wealth, but in wonder. And then—lightning split the sky. The chapel doors burst open with a deafening crash, and time seemed to pause. There he stood. Diego. Storm-kissed, battle-worn, magnificent. Salt clung to his coat, his boots tracked the sea onto sacred ground. His eyes—dark, defiant, and unwavering—sought only one thing. Her. “Ahogándote,” he said. The word echoed, not as a threat, but as a vow. A vow to drown her—not in death, but in the love he had carried across oceans. Gasps rippled like cannon fire. Don Fernando stepped forward, hand on his gilded sword. “You dare interrupt this sacred rite?” But Diego did not spare him a glance. “I have crossed tempests for her,” he said, his voice like thunder. “I come not to steal—but to fight. Not with steel. With truth.” He looked at Isabel, and the world collapsed into silence. “I would drown you, Isabel,” he whispered, softer now. “Not in fear. In love. In the life we dreamed beneath the stars.” The chapel held its breath. Isabel turned, her veil falling from trembling fingers. Her eyes locked onto Diego’s—and in them, she saw not just the pirate, but the man who had loved her from across the abyss of time and distance. She turned to Don Fernando. His riches, his rank, his future—all meant nothing now. “I will not marry you,” she said. Her voice was steel. “My heart has already been claimed. Long ago.” Don Fernando’s fury flared, but even he could not command the storm that raged now inside her. Diego stepped forward and took her hand. Their fingers entwined like ropes mooring two ships in a storm. A silent promise passed between them. They would not live quietly. They would not bow. They would love with the force of oceans and burn brighter than the sun upon the waves. Together, they vanished into the tempest, leaving scandal behind like shattered sails. And the legend grew. They became myth—lovers who defied the world, the pirate and the noblewoman, drowning each other in devotion fierce enough to defy kings and weather the wrath of God. Ahogándote. Not a curse. A vow. A love powerful enough to conquer the seas.