The Scent of Sage
I scent beeswax, and I think of you.
I walk into an American-themed men’s wear store on South Moulton Street. It is ever so discrete, displaying intricate retro-styled dungarees, patinated leather boots, antique waistcoats, denim trousers, and leather jackets. All these are evocative of the retro classics and the gentleman clubs of yore. And, I see you standing there, bare feet, shirt opened…