![]() ![]() “You don’t have the real thing.” No, sir, don’t have real thing, very sorry. He enters one and asks, “Do you have oudh?” Yes, yes, they do, and they get it and he smells it, very excited, and he frowns and there’s some discussion and it turns out that no, this is a synthetic. ![]() He walks slowly, selecting the right store. There is Arabic writing-virtually the entire immense perfumery business in Bombay is Muslim-and English, and Hindi and Gujarati script in some places. ![]() Peer into their dim interiors, and most look like old, dusty apothecaries, lined with large metal containers and huge glass jars of things. He is looking for the rare and expensive perfume ingredient oudh. The next morning, he gets up early and leaves on his pilgrimage to Mohamedali Road, famous for perfume, firecracker shops, and muglai food snack joints. ![]()
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