Love Dispensary

Judging strictly from my view on the sidewalk, taking in the beautiful shoes (200 – 800 euros per pair) and chic clothes featured in the window display, the store looks modern, rich and lovely. Beautiful scarves are dangling from a large skeletal structure, shoes and accessories lined up against the walls and what looked to be the clothing selection inviting one towards the back of the store. Roughly 15 feet from the door and to the left is the «throne». This is where either the king or the queen of the store stands to the side of the golden register and presumably clicks open the front door for the customer who has pressed the doorbell to be allowed in.
Ahhh…to be allowed in.
I hesitated to press that doorbell, which for me is an obvious sign of discernment and exclusivity (and, I understand, security) and instantly makes me feel uncomfortable and vulnerable to the eyes of scrutiny. We hadn’t much luck satisfying our shopping itch in the area that day due to the city holiday and this was the only boutique of interest that was open. And, sure enough, there were at least 6 customers browsing inside and the queen of the day at the throne. My husband encouraged me. Let’s just have a look, why not?
And, this is why not:
I made eye contact with the queen at the throne. I press the doorbell. I try the door. Nothing. I look at her again, and she looks away. I press the doorbell for a second time and notice that she is still looking away. I try the door again. No entry. I look at my husband, perplexed and somewhat panicked. Could it be that she is ignoring us? Are they closing? It’s a strange time to close (it’s 7:15) and she gave no indication that they were closing. There are people in there browsing. It’s a friday night and we are dressed to be out on the town. She is still next to the throne. I press the doorbell, she looks at me and away again. My husband is fuming. I’m feeling weak with rejection and sense an oncoming fury. I have been turned away. I cannot believe it. I still cannot believe it. In all my years of shopping experience in major cities in the US and in Europe this has never happened to me. I impulsively gesture to the queen who at this point is looking at me because my husband has just shared his own gesture with her, making the name of the store all the more ironic. Love Dispensary. No, no, there is no love here. But yes, with all of the stylish, high-​end boutiques in the area and around Madrid to choose from, it is very much dispensable.

Es una tienda multimarca con una decoración muy moderna. Tiene tanto ropa como complementos para mujer, y los precios, teniendo en cuenta el producto no son muy caros.
También tiene una sección de perfumes, de las marcas que ofrecen, que es una delicia, dan ganas de llevárselos todos, y encima son poco conocidos, es poco probable que si te haces asidua a alguno de ellos reconozcas a alguien con tu mismo olor por la calle… (es que me fastidia mucho que alguien reconozca mi perfume y me diga: hueles cómo… tal o cual persona).
Tienes desde ropa informal a otra adecuada para eventos más formales, cómo trabajo, reuniones, eventos, fiestas…