Reminds me of going to The Planter’s Peanut Shoppe with my Grandmother.
We used to stop and buy twenty five cents worth of candy or nuts to share on the bus ride home.
The little shop had three of those brass roasters going most of the time. They also had an exhaust fan above the door that allowed the smell of the roasting nuts to waft along the sidewalk.
Peanut butter is about the only nut item my stomach will tolerate anymore. Has to be smooth and I buy the kind you have to stir. Love the stuff. Wish I could still eat nuts but I can't.