Here is an oldish but favoritish spot a older friend of mine recommended some years ago that I keep coming back to: CB’s I Hate Perfume Gallery. They say that smells trigger memories, so not so surprised my favorite scents include “in the library”, “I am a dandelion”, and ones like “greenbrier 1968” which smells like “axle grease” and “sawdust” in an ode to CB’s grandfather. If you need to kill some time or show someone something magical while stuck in the jaded hipishness of Williamsburg, take a stroll here and unload your thoughts into some corked bottles. The rest of us will have to peruse the website in wonder.