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Cintra Wilson, filing for the Times, heads to Soho newcomer Amalga this week. She confesses her adoration for the place, which is focused on hard-to-find Japanese brands, right off the bat: "Amalga is the kind of store that hits the sweet spot of all of my post-Goth-industrial pleasure centers with a little silver hammer. Right there, hanging in the window: a scrum of hand-stitched, distressed leather bratwurst nightsticks — wonderfully dark and suggestive of something that Sweeney Todd, the charcutier, would make out of rugby players for gay cops...I’m pretty much sold. It can be that easy." [NYT]