I’ll never forget my first press check. I was an extremely green designer working for a local record company. The factory floor at the printer had a yellow tint to it, from the florescent lighting. The machines were loud and pumping out sheets of paper; high stacks of recently printed projects drying on pallets were all over the place. Men with gray kinked mustaches and tinted glasses were manning the machines spreading magenta ink across the barrel with a pallet knife, but the smell is what I remember most. Ink has a wonderful industrious smell so sweet and greasy it’s like gasoline.
Watching this video of how ink is made brings me right back to that press check: