Thinking about the old shellac flakes I found in my granddad's shop
Three years ago, I was cleaning out my granddad's old garage in Toledo after he passed. I found a dusty tin of orange shellac flakes he must have bought in the 70s. Last month, a client brought in a beat up 1920s gramophone cabinet, and I remembered that tin. I mixed a small batch, just to see. The smell when I dissolved it in alcohol was nothing like the pre-mixed stuff I usually grab. It had this warm, almost spicy scent. Working with it felt different too, like I was connecting with how he would have done things. It took more patience, but the depth on that old wood was something else. I wonder if anyone still uses the old flake method for special pieces, or if it's just not worth the extra time anymore.