[This was my column for GlobalNews.ca. – AC]
One night while trying something other than endlessly doomscrolling for stories about Donald Trump, climate change, and the pandemic, I chanced upon an ad for an odd scented candle. We’ve become accustomed to these sorts of things (thanks, Gwyneth!), but I’d never imagine I’d find a candle that smells like a record store.
DW Home’s hand-poured record store candle says “the familiar scent of pressed vinyl and warm woods fills the air, accented by notes of sweet blossoms, hints of amber and soft fruit.” And the reviews have been excellent. Funny, but the record stores I’ve frequented smell like dust, mouldy cardboard, and whatever the guy behind the counter had for lunch. But maybe I’ve been shopping in the wrong places.
Still, this got me thinking of all the stores I’ve visited over the decades and how things have changed. If you’re an old-school music fan, this reminiscing will probably strike a chord. And if you’re of a generation that’s never set foot in such a place because you feel the internet can give you everything, here’s what you missed by being born too late.