In my mind’s eye, it went down like this: “Amber? You want us to develop an Exclusif focused on amber?” I picture four or five people around an ebony table in a taupe-tinted room with black moldings — the board room version of a Chanel suit.

“You did it with patchouli,” the executive says. “No one smells Coromandel and thinks of Woodstock.”

“Not at that price,” the intern mutters…

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