It was sun tan lotion, and fresh rain… no wait, tropical flowers. Errr, maybe a whiff of roasting meat on a BBQ mixed in too?
This is what greeted my nose upon disembarking from the plane that had just landed in Honolulu, Hawaii. A pastiche of wonderful aromas that instantly switched my internal gears into chill out mode. I had headed to the island of Oahu in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for some much needed R&R, and to also to get a firsthand whiff of what the remote paradise offered for crate digging alá vinyl, and CD.… Read the full article