Newport Perfume Inc.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the neon sign flickered on, a regular noticed that the perfume bottles seemed to move ever so slightly. His young daughter, standing next to him, whispered in awe, ‘Daddy, did you see those bottles dancing?’ Curious, the father leaned closer and saw nothing but still felt an odd breeze. A delivery driver passing by chuckled and said, 'That’s just the air conditioning, sir.' The family left, shaking their heads, but the father swore he heard one bottle whisper, 'Next time we'll dance better!'

2. In the dim light of Newport Perfume Inc., an employee whispered to her colleague one day: ‘Did you notice how the scent changes depending on which aisle you’re in?’ Curious, they followed the scent and found themselves standing in front of a mysterious display—only to realize it was just a new batch of perfumes for men. With laughter, they admitted they’d been fooled by the cleverly arranged samples. In the end, everyone agreed that Newport Perfume Inc. had another successful prank up its sleeve.

3. Late one autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Newport Perfume Inc. and noticed something strange. As he opened the back door, a faint, floral scent wafted through the air—followed by the sound of soft laughter, as if someone were whispering behind the closed doors. Curious, he followed the sounds until he found an open window leading into the perfume warehouse. Inside, amidst rows of bottles, stood a ghostly figure wearing an old-fashioned dress, spraying invisible mist while giggling gently. ‘Excuse me,’ stammered the driver. The figure turned around with a mischievous smile, revealing a perfectly normal woman from down the street—just there to help out for the day. 'Oh, hello!' she said, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. 'I thought you might be my neighbor’s delivery man.'

4. Late one summer morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Newport Perfume Inc. and noticed something odd: every time he approached the building, its reflection in the nearby puddle seemed to dance like a little mermaid. Curious, the driver mentioned it to his colleague over coffee later that day. ‘Maybe it’s just the light,’ shrugged the neighbor. But when they both saw it together, the reflection danced again—this time waving hello. From then on, whenever anyone delivered goods to Newport Perfume Inc., they’d stop for a quick wave back.’