Sure, there was something comforting about having Zara and Citibank in Buenos Aires, but travel just wouldn’t be as much fun without stores named Harry Truman, Maybe, and Mr. Sweater.
Just wondering, does a room scent called “Je t’aime” sound as absurd to the French as Glade's “I Love You” sounds to us? Much thanks to the folks at Johnson for that, and also for putting the graphic muscle in Mr. Musculo.
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