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Cintra Wilson takes her turn in the Critical Shopper chair today with a trip to Christopher Street fragrance shop Aedes de Venustas. And what a trip it is: "The 'temple of beauty' is precocious for having been born in 1995; it appears to have aged into an old European patina. The window looks incense-buttered like the storefronts of old fortune tellers, a display ready to be inhabited by a Caravaggio youth or a Joel Peter Witkin corpse. It’s such a visual feast of dusky Renaissance colors you can practically taste the linseed oil and dusty grapes; fat mauve roses just beginning to wilt; dried pomegranates; and stuffed white pigeons with glass eyes." [NY Times]
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