Eau de Biblioteque

Give your Kindle the elegant aroma of a vintage tome

I spilled my soda water onto the console of the janky time machine and the temporal coordinate regulator shorted out. Not before jolting me to an not-too-far-off adjacent future where paper doesn’t exist.

I figured I’d go find a book to read while the console dried off. Not a book store in sight. No paper mail. No cardboard boxes. Pulp was truly fiction …