Congratulations, New Yorkers! Your morning commute just got upgraded from “eau de hot garbage and regret” to “Bath & Body Works threw an entire Christmas tree into a blender and hit purée.” That’s right—while you’re being pressed against a stranger’s damp armpit, the MTA has decided the real problem was that the subway didn’t smell enough like a suburban mall in 2009. Nothing says “public transit” like involuntarily marinating in “Fresh Balsam” while a rat judges you for enjoying it. Somewhere, a Victorian child who died of perfume overdose is nodding approvingly.
Corporation Pumping Soothing Gas Into New York Subway Station
