When I was about 15, my 18 year old hippy godsister was found dead from an overdose..

For whatever reason best known to her local politician/businessman father,
I was tasked to sell her LP collection to my school mates.

The discs were manky and scratched,
and the LP sleeves stained and pock marked with small burns from obvious joint rolling...

Can't remember what they stank like.. probaly insense and patchouli...

I think I kept a Hawkwind LP...