Favorites 3.26.15

Chilled Sake: Not hard alcohol, but not really wine, either. Crisp, austere ... it's cold but it warms you up.

How It Smelled Yesterday Morning In Portland, Oregon: Damp, really rich, drenched in deep forest mysteries. If you inhaled and closed your eyes, you could see little white flowers and fauns prancing around.

Acupuncture: It doesn't matter why you're getting it. Just let ’em stick you with the tiny needles, and then lay back and sail away on a sea of endorphins. It's dreamy.

Listen Up Phillip: The movie a meaner, angrier Wes Anderson might've made.