One of the great joys of cycling in the city is riding along an unfamiliar avenue and catching something out of the corner of your eye that you wouldn’t have normally seen if you were driving a car or riding transit that’s so bizarre you literally stop in your tracks.
Case in point: The other day I’m cruising along Eglinton just west of Oakwood when I spot this unlikely storefront. Note that this would-be perfumery isn’t called Create Your Own Perfume, but Accept Your Own Perfume. Are we being told to overthrow the tyranny of false fragrances supplied by the corporat likes of Paris, Paloma and Usher and to embrace the natural scent of the great unwashed human body instead?
Rise up, proletariat, and accept your own perfume!
