Smells of a Summer Night

Friday: Prada snakeskin slingbacks

There are some smells I can never forget: the soft waft of lily of the valley from my mom’s Diorissimo… the scent of burning wood that marks the beginning of winter… the sweet buttery aroma of a pain au chocolat fresh from a Paris boulangerie…

And then there are the smells I wish I could delete from my olfactory hard drive: the ones that rise from a seemingly innocent street corner and hang languidly in the stifling humidity… the odors of indeterminate, but likely rotting-vegetal, origin… those reeking smells that define New York City summers. Is there no deodorant for the armpit(s) of Manhattan? Some aerosol to mask the stench? Then again, perfume + sweat = still smelly. Hmm… does Prada make surgical masks?

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