I think these are the nicest artificial smells I've ever smelled - not Yankee Candle-y but so nice - and they're both found in Brooklyn and I guess I just want to smell like an old man with a swinging bookshelf ladder all the time:


When you go into the CB I Hate Perfume Store there's a giant dog named Zephyr, a stern shopkeep, and a man in the back who brews autobiographical scents.

Also, speaking of, I hope you guys are all using your local library. It's really the best ever.