Leather, Vanilla, and Rain: Finding My New York Story One Scent at a Time.

There’s a city that never quite leaves you, even after you’ve left it. New York in your twenties was an entirely different adventure–fueled by too much ambition, bottomless late-night pizza, and the sense that anything could happen walking down a block you’d never crossed before.

On one of those weekends that stitched themselves into memory, I ducked under a flapping awning while the city decided between rain and sunshine. I wandered into an old bookstore tucked between a sushi joint and a neon-lit laundromat.