Savannah, 1954. Perfume maker Clara Marrow sells scents locals call warm, heavy, almost alive. She marries seven times; each husband vanishes after the honeymoon. Her fortune grows. The town looks away.On a stormy night, a delivery boy claims he saw Clara in the back room, holding a pale arm and draining something red into a crystal vial. Hours later, police raid the boutique: shelves of bottles labeled with men’s names and dates. At arrest, Clara whispers, “You can’t preserve love unless it’s fresh.” She’s sentenced to life. Then, in 1974, a prison fire—no body recovered.Years later a young couple reopens the shop and breaks through an old wall. Dozens of sealed vials wait in the dark. One label: “For my next groom.”This Deep Dive separates legend from record: which parts are documented (marriages, raid, fire), which are town tales (the arm, the never-fading scent), and why certain images—names on glass, scent as possession—stick. No gore, no “how-to.” Just the objects that won’t stop breathing: a handwritten label, a stoppered vial, and a line about love that smells like control.

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