Amid the chaos of a New York City homeless shelter, serenity smells like sweet, mellow strawberries.
That’s how Lorenzo Brooks, a 60-year-old graveyard shift employee at a men’s shelter on West 168th Street, described the calming sensation he felt when he picked up a coworker’s incense oil and took a whiff. He said he liked the “smooth and relaxing” scent so much he bought a small bottle he carries everywhere.
A few weeks later, Lorenzo . . .
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