Cintra Wilson Goes Shopping: Scented And Spellbound Edition

After weeks of restraint and respectful reporting, Critical Shopper Cintra Wilson finally lets her guard down in today's Thursday Styles. She's thrown off kilter by a store and that's how we like her: swooning. The person responsible for shoving La Cintra off the middle of the road is the singularly named Temah, owner of the new Brooklyn boutique Burlap. Sure, there's a little bit of fragrance huffing involved, but everyone needs to get in the mood one way or another.

“Wait! Come here.” She marched me to a Histoire de Parfums display that looked like a row of overturned martini glasses, picked one up and inhaled it like the next fix in her continuing ether jag. She sighed, handing the glass to me.
“You haven’t seen him yet, but you know this man.”
I did a nose-drag. It was emotion-seizing: the complex, expensive scent of a civilized man. A well-shaved European — wet pine, fire, cold Sauternes. I could almost taste the clean leather and tweed. It hit with a resonant pang, right below the belt into unfair, instant, knuckle-biting yearning.

Wilson allows herself to be led around by the passionate merchant, which for some people could be a nightmare, but in this case is a dream come true. For the first time in a while, we have finished reading the Critical Shopper column thinking, "We must get to this store".
Critical Shopper | Burlap: It Is Divine to Treat Yourself By Cintra Wilson (NYTimes)
Burlap 385 Henry Street near Verandah Place, Cobble Hill, Brooklyn