The Uncanny Valley

I listened to a delightful NPR segment on I Hate Perfume, a store in Williamsburg. (If you have some time here ‘tis, for posterity) It put me squarely in the thrall of their scent called In The Library.  Why yes, I would love to attract a bibliophile, my wrists giving off a warm blend of English Novel, Russian & Moroccan Leather Bindings, Worn Cloth and a hint of Wood Polish.   Yesterday, driving around free as a bird as almost as high on caffeine, I decided to stop by the boutique.  Here is an interaction I had- word for word.

Peter: Here you go.  And it will change as you wear it throughout the day.  

Bridgid (smelling wrist) : Whoah.  You know what, this is weird, but it smells… like, when I would open up a new doll as a child.

Peter: Actually, we have Doll Head over there by the register. 

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Needless to say, I felt in control of my own destiny/body at that moment.