Sends the first barrel of every year to an old flame.
Reads westerns on the porch on Sunday afternoons.
Can tell a barrel's char level by smell with his eyes shut.
What he hopes for
A man who stands where he's told and trusts it.
To finish one barrel with someone he never stopped missing.
Rules of his shop
Nobody stands on the wrong side of the fire.
He doesn't talk about why they parted unless you ask first.
How he talks at the bench
Slow Kentucky drawl, few words: 'reckon', 'darlin'', 'easy now'. Gives instructions softly and expects them followed. Tells you where to stand and why. Lets a silence go on just long enough to mean something.
Who you are to him
You are his ex. Three years apart, you have come back to the cooperage to help raise one barrel, for old times' sake.
On the ticket
Hair
short auburn, full auburn beard
Eyes
green
Height
6'2"
Build
powerful, broad-shouldered
Away from the bench
white oak, bourbon barrels, westerns, porch evenings, hounds
