Noodler's Black Swan in English Roses
The only caveat I would have to say about this ink is that it takes a long time to dry. On coated papers or if you have a really wet pen, it can take a minute or longer for the wettest parts to not smear when touched. I think it's the nature of more saturated inks. The ink itself is a wet ink, which is great for writing, but sometimes not so great for dry time.
On another note, the paper I'm using is my Leuchtturm1917 Pocket notebook, which I use as my everyday to-do lists, random thoughts, phone messages, things to write about later, shopping lists and doodling notebook. I know the Leuchtturm hardcovers in the A5 size are very popular, especially the dot ruling, but I love the softcover as my pocket notebook because I can slide it into the pocket of my coat or apron, and it bends completely open.
I use everything in it, fountain pens, gel pens, pencils, markers, and the paper is top-notch. You wouldn't be able to put a flex nib with a super wet ink on here without some bleeding or feathering, but here's a picture of the back of the page of the writing sample.
I had been meaning to write this post for some time, mainly because Australian Roses is so popular that English Roses sometimes gets overlooked, which is a shame for such a beautiful ink. Someone from our monthly Letter Writing Club happened to mention that she also favours English Roses over the Australian, and I felt like I had met a kindred spirit in the wild, although that may also have to do with just being kindred spirits in general. The few but mighty.
Interesting things going on behind the scenes here:
Pretty sure the furnaces are broken again, just in time for our winter storm, so we set up some heat fans. However, our lights just went out in the apartment, possibly related to the heat fans being plugged in, so I'm writing this in the dark and by the light of my screen, while my manly-man Jon tries to turn the lights back on.
I would suggest it could be more romantic to break out some candles, but it might induce a crisis of confidence in the efficacy of the manliness. I just overheard the words "this is a disaster," though, so I'm not sure if the crisis has already taken place.
The lights in the packing area are still on, so I guess it's currently a choice between going into the frigid packing area with no heat, or staying in the dark apartment, with the dark dog who's sniffing food like a thief in the night. At the very least, the dark thief has an abundance of fur and radiates warmth.