A sensationally woodsy, Nor Cal – Big Sur vibe to this stained timber ripper and though we usually shy away at the idea of a hot tub (sitting in a soup of swingers with chlamydia isn’t really our bag) we probably would end up in the glorious wine barrel on the deck here, indulging in various consumables and a fantasy of sharing suds with Gene Clark and/or Neil Young c. 1970……but we digress. This one is in grave danger of demise so we’d implore some similarly folksy crew to arrest this fate and breathe into it some new life, ideally infused with patchouli and dotted with indoor ferns.
