She Smelled of New Book

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In our digitalized age, where there is constant postulation on the death of print, it is reassuring to know that should the medium be lost, the scent of a new book never will be — not now that you can wear the scent as a perfume.


Aimee Burnett lives in Toronto where there is more brick than stucco, and more plains than hills. She is a design/editorial intern at McSweeney’s and The Rumpus whilst summering in SF. More from this author →