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.