Traveling north through Georgia up highway 11, we came into a small town, Monroe, named for the US government president James Monroe. As a small town, the people were typically friendly and polite, as well as living amongst the classic beauty of historic buildings. On the northern end of the town, we noticed a bunch of oils being sold on the side of the street and I took the time to take a break and investigate this potentially counter-economic business. There was a wide gravel lot behind the oils, with a nearby local convenience store, necessary for refreshments from the hot sun. Looking around, I noticed goods besides oils and fragrances, from hats and shirts to incense. A hand-painted sign for the street vendor was available to the side furthest from the convenience store.