Some people mistake me for barbecue because of my sweet appearance, but I'll let you in on a secret: my thing is the chipotle chile; don't be fooled by appearances. I have a Mexican soul, and behind my calm and wise appearance and an inner softness that traps, hides a wild, magical flavor. Through my veins runs a chipotle chili smoked very, very slowly, as they would in the land where I was born. I don't disappoint, I am the original valentine.