A simple writer.

A wolf-hungry reader of magazines and newspapers and lusty-eyed viewer of black-and-white film. TCM by day, Criterion by night. Seance by wet afternoon. The shadows cast by the broad shoulders of a tough in a tweed coat.

The rough smell of Russian birch, isobutyl quinoline, smoke.

Some fact, some fiction -- scratched-celluloid words about film, sport, Korean box-office star Ma Dong Seok.

Perfumers who aren't who they claim to be.
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Fueled by cold brew. 
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Alive -- if not thriving -- at the intersection of beard & keyboard (but I've no laurels -- yet).