Glittering and pale.  A bit spurious at first.  The impression on day one is too much manipulation, the energy too driven, a product of bâtonnage and oak toast.  Two days later he glints like daybreak rising.  Lemony-buoyant, suffused with iris blossom, chalk dust and rowan perfume, this is serene yet animated.  Gripping finish, an outcrop of bedrock yielding to intimations of fried sage.  Now – 2020.