Outside Josiah Chowning's Tavern, a flotilla of maidens flounces down Duke of Gloucester Street in petticoats like puffy marshmallow barges. Eldress Spotswood winks at a winsome wig maker. Inside SCRIPS ELIXERS, it smells like heaven: figs and lime. Mavis ginger-mint toothpaste and Burt's Bees herbal deodorant with sage oil are stacked above Epsom salts and ear drops. A gingham-print broom minuets with a corn planer. And grass-scented dryer sachets and lavender ironing spray will send you over the moon.