Fine polm from Morocco. Considering this shop is from another town, here's a lil'  history: I was in the east of our country last month, having a break from Berlin. On the way to my aunt's house we stopped in Hellevoetsluis and looked for a coffeeshop to spliff up in. Hellevoetsluis is a very quiet, very quaint, very old, water-ringed city. We stopped by a small side-street near the original fortifications, and ducked into a shop called Barbershop. The staff was relaxed; there were heaps o' locals and they were smokin some N. African perfume. I had to buy some.