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There’s nothing like lighting a candle to relax at the end of a long day, and Miller Lite is waxing nostalgic for a simpler, pre-pandemic era, when bar hopping was no big deal.
Raising a glass to bubblier times, with “the return of normalcy in sight” as the distribution of the coronavirus vaccine continues, the Molson Coors subsidiary is selling three signature candles to celebrate the reopening of bars and restaurants across the U.S. and Canada. The trio of scents – “Dive Bar,” “Beer Garden” and “Game Day” aromas get the buzz going for the future – will also pay it forward for a good cause. More
An ash tray could accomplish the same thing
Stale beer and cigarette smoke. No thanks.
Lemme see, authentic bar smells? Smoke, cheap whiskey, beer, puke, pot, backed up toilet…
“And don’t forget to try our #1 seller, lavender scented ‘Dirty Sex In An Even Dirtier Bathroom Stall!’”
‘Lead is put in candle wicks in the first place because, as one expert put it, “it’s a kind of Viagra for candle wicks” It makes them stand up straighter and the candle burns better. The problem is that the lead then vaporizes into the air where it can be inhaled.’
even without that, I’ll pass
@grayjohn — You nailed it. In addition to the smell of beer, there would be the smell of spilled beer, yesterday’s spilled beer, last week’s spilled beer, ad literally nauseam.
If I wanted to be really, really nauseated, I’d just get a Gwyneth Paltrow quim candle.
grayjohn
MARCH 25, 2021 AT 3:38 PM
“Lemme see, authentic bar smells? Smoke, cheap whiskey, beer, puke, pot, backed up toilet…”
…cheap cologne over flop sweat and criminal levels of stale beer halitosis…
Just get a urinal cake. The whole house will smell like a bar.
…I remember smelling blood and bandages too. I was a fan of edged weapons and a mean drunk when I wasn’t passed out, and this wasn’t a great combination…
Around these parts you need to add in the smell of bats and squirrels living in the walls of your old tavern to get that truly Northwoodsie aroma experience.
…I remember this one club where the bathrooms were at the bottom of a pit with rails around it, but no toe plates, and this was back when beer came in GLASS bottles. It was off to one side of the stage so the rails were a good place to sit and hear bad covers and worse original music, abd people sitting there would put the empty bottles at their feet. This meant that, if you went down to the bathrooms you were very likely to get pelted with Budweiser missiles or have a Miller mine explode into high-velocity shards any time you were in transit to or from the loo. It wasn’t uncommon for folks to step on jagged broken bottoms or get bloodied by a direct hit, but it was shallow enough that they didn’t have any speed built up if they made contact with your head, so them shattering on the concrete steps was the biggest issue..unless someone took the opportunity to nail you on PURPOSE.
…that pit had a very distinct smell too, from the beer, the toilets, and the beer-and-vomit filled sewer pipes at the bottom that didn’t always drain well, but I don’t know how practical a smell that is to capture in wax…
Does it smell like gwyneth sat here?
How about: Back of a NYC TAXI cab scent.
Uncle Al beat me to it.
Biker B-O. Ahhh the nostalgia.
A wonderful blend of stale beer, sweat, oil, greasy leather, cigarette smoke with a faint hint of urine.