This is where the story gets wild and touched by whatever force it is that makes life seem fated and destined to happen: please follow along. Two months earlier, a young woman in the Whitney Hotel bar near Mr. Carby’s office had begged him to tell her what scent he was wearing. He was drinking with a pal and tried to ignore her but she persisted. Michael Carby was wearing the only scent he ever wears, a musk body oil of his own creation. It’s noticeable but subtle, hard to pin down: a musky, amberish, leathery base with spicy and even tropical high notes.

— Read more (and it's a fascinating story) in Empires of wax: The story of how a Drake-scented candle came to be is a radical tale of hard-working immigrants, entrepreneurship, upward class mobility, smashed racial stereotypes and a massive whack of luck at The Globe and Mail.