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Antoine is here.” At just six years old, Lev Glazman didn’t immediately understand the cryptic message his mother had just received from a friend at the door of their apartment in ’60s-era Soviet Leningrad. Antoine, a smuggler, was awaiting them at a nearby black market. “My mother was very anxious,” continues Glazman from a restored Jens Risom chair in the library of The Maker hotel in upstate New York. “He put a box—the fragrance Climat by Lancôme—in her hand and she started ripping it open. She applied the fragrance to herself, and everything melted away,” recalls Glazman. “This changed my life forever.”
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