Growing up, I always wanted a small all-in-one stereo for my bedroom, something better than an obnoxious-sounding boombox. By the late-80s, so-called micro systems arose. But nowadays, you just need something to dock your iPhone or iPad to.

Interestingly, my last job assignment had this white Bose Acoustic Wave Music System CD-3000. Its all-in-one nature meant we could move it from room to room. And when we had parties, bingo!

Apparently, Bose made various iterations of the CD-3000 from 1996-2006. And hey, give Bose credit. Unlike the vast majority of electronics firms manufacturing in China, Boise actually produced the CD-3000 here in the U.S. This particular unit was manufactured in June 1999, well before smartphones.

The simple, easy-to-use controls are on the top of the unit. This can be a problem, if you have placed the unit up on a ledge, shelf, or other high-up location. At parties, we liked to place the CD-3000 5'-6' above the floor, so that the sound could reach across the room. Oh well, just stand a stable chair or stool, to access the CD-3000's controls.

On September 20, 1992, I returned to UC Santa Cruz for my senior year. Because I was living in the Crown-Merrill apartments (as opposed to the dorms), I actually did have belongings and possessions. After unloading all of my stuff, my parents drove off. During my first three years, seeing my parents drive off was traumatic. But this was my last year, and I was finally getting acclimated to Santa Cruz. So when I saw my parents drive off this time around, my heart did not sink.

One of the first things I did, before unpacking, was set up the Sony/Adcom/Pinnacle stereo system. You gotta have music. With the AudioQuest Topaz between the Adcom GTP-400 tuner/preamp and GFA-535 power amp, we braved Santa Cruz's spotty FM reception, and scanned the airwaves. When we tuned to some adult contemporary radio station, on came Patty Smyth's duet with Don Henley, "Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough." It stopped the four of us dead in our tracks. Since my housemates were unloading from their cars, the front door was open. It was a warm early afternoon, and if you looked out the front door (we were on the 3rd and top floor), you could see sunlight peeking through the forest. With the song still playing, I helped my roommate clean and decide where to place things. There was something magical, about the way the black Adcom GTP-400 looked, with its red lights and pale blue display. Without saying a word, I knew that, in contrast to my prior 3 years, this was going to be a good year.

When I moved in, I started by using Monster Cable IL-400, between the Sony CDP-520ESII and Adcom GTP-400. But the AQ Topaz was so much cleaner-sounding than the IL-400. Since I knew that this school year was going to be awesome, I understood that, unlike the previous three years, I would stick around on weekends, not go home to San Francisco. So the next weekend, while going home to fetch belongings, I exchanged the old IL-400 for my 0.5-meter, but expensive, AQ Lapis. Yes, having such a pricey audio product on campus made me nervous (I was always fearful that these products would get marred, broken, or stolen). But since I was going to be around, and wanted to maximize enjoyment, I threw caution to the wind, and brought that expensive Lapis interconnect to Santa Cruz.

I no longer have those early-90s AQ interconnects and speaker cables [I sold them, or gave them to relatives], but I do have this AQ Forest RJ/E Ethernet cable. Like any phone or computer cable, the Forest RJ/E is flexible.

A-ha! So "RJ/E" stands for RJ45/Ethernet. Yes, like the Topaz, Lapis, and F-14 in my college system, the Forest RJ/E is directional. Geez, the writing and font look the same as they did on my early-90s AQ cables.

The UCSC forest was dominated by coastal redwoods. But if you looked carefully, you would have seen that they grew in circular clusters. That meant that the original tree died or was felled, and from the root system sprung new shoots. Nevertheless, the campus redwoods were tall, so they weren't young.

The AQ Forest RJ/E is a black-colored cable, with evergreen stripes. This color pattern does not remind me of UCSC foliage. The trunks and branches were various shades of brown and gray, not black. Maybe AQ were thinking about the Black Forest. But nowadays, "Black Forest" is associated with gummy bear candies.

In September 1989, when I arrived at UC Santa Cruz, I learned that the campus was formerly a farm/ranch, which started at the foothills. So when you entered at High Street, it was grass and rock. If you went up Hagar [not Sammy!] Drive [not 55!], you began a slow and steady ascent, past the Great Meadow. You'd then hit the sports buildings, and then - BAM - you'd run into the trees leading to Stevenson College and the Bay Tree Bookstore. As you climbed the hill, the trees got denser and taller. I happened to be assigned to Crown College, then situated at the highest elevation, and arguably the most sylvan.

Yes, Crown College's buildings (none taller than three stories) were engulfed within the tall redwoods. But Crown College also sported a wide variety of other trees, bushes, undergrowth, mosses, grasses, and low-lying ground plants. It was not a monolithic forest.

Nobody warned me that the students in the dorms let their hair grow. Long before "No-Shave November," we had, well, "no-shave school year." Since I lived in coed dorms, that meant that BOTH boys and girls let their hair grow. So when you heard the word, "forest," it conjured up images of the hairy students. Yes, that meant facial, body, armpit, pubic, and leg hair.

In contrast, today's Americans are going full Brazilian.

In September 1989, I was using Monster Cable interconnects and speaker cables. But I wanted to graduate to "high-end audio" cables. High on my list were AudioQuest. Yes, that means that AudioQuest are old. So when they name a model "Forest," they are harkening back to their first decade (the 80s), honoring an era when big hair could mean more than just the hair on your head. If AudioQuest wanted to shine the spotlight on being hairless, they would have named it Brazilian.

So that brings us to their Forest RJ/E Ethernet cable. When I entered UCSC in September 1989, and when I exited in June 1993, I had never even heard of "Ethernet." All we had were landlines. Hell, we didn't even use the term, "landline." We just called it the phone.

Did AudioQuest phone the marketing company they used back in the 80s? The fonts and writing style are reminiscent of their 80s and 90s efforts. But as a nod to multi-lingual customers and international markets, the back panel of the Forest RJ/E box is written in English, Spanish, French, and Russian. When I was at UCSC's Crown College, we did not have many ethnic minorities. Those students were mostly placed out at Oakes College.

Let's not leave out the other foreign students. Open the back panel, and you'll get the writing in Chinese, Korean, Portuguese (okay, you may go Brazilian now), Thai, German, Japanese, and Italian.

In 1990 and 1991, my AudioQuest Video Z, Topaz, Ruby, Quartz, and even Lapis came in clamshell packaging. My F-14 and Type 4 speaker cables were cut from spools, so they did not come in packaging. In January 1992, AudioQuest phased out the clamshell packaging, and introduced boxes. The Forest RJ/E box's dimensions are 6.25"x8.5"x1.5". Though larger than a paperback book, this box can fit nothing bigger than an iPad Mini. But as it only holds a skimpy Ethernet cable, it is not crammed. Oh. If you now go to UCSC's Crown College, a dorm room which held 2 students when I was there now houses 3.

When I was in the dorms, early in the school year, the Resident Faculty would host meetings on Friday evenings in the corner lounge. The topics included, among others, drugs, alcohol, peer pressure, conflict resolution, hate crimes, and sex. During my freshman year, one of the professors living in the dorms with us was from the Biological Sciences department. He was just being realistic, when he said, "It's inevitable. You guys are going to have sex. So you might as well arm yourself with as much knowledge as possible."

At the "safe sex parties," the staff would bring out bowls of condoms. With all those individual packets, what a cornucopia of colors! But you know what? I never saw the boxes those condoms originally came in [no pun intended]. The Synergistic Research Quantum Red and Black come in boxes, which remind me of 12-pack boxes of condoms.

Eew; in this photo, the Synergistic Research boxes look more like they hold cigarettes. Now that I think about it, I did not really see boxes of condoms lying around. People usually kept condoms, boxed or not, in drawers, out of sight. Since smokers abounded, I did indeed see packs of cigarettes.

Nah, the 20mm Synergistic Research Quantum Black fuse is too small, to be confused with a cigarette. Since it is cylindrical, the Quantum Black does not exactly look like a pill, either. When I was living in the dorms, a few girls would leave their blister pack or circular dispenser of birth control pills on a desk or dresser. Yes, it was interesting to see if the girl had skipped a Pill or two [not including the 1 pill (out of 7) which was a placebo].

A 20mm fuse is tiny. You may have to remove your glasses, and bring the fuse right up to your eyes, in order to read the writing. Yeah, yeah; I've heard your jokes about removing your glasses, in order to kiss your partner, or engage in oral sex. Thankfully, Synergistic Research do print the fuse's value(s), right on the barrel. Do note that the writing and the direction of that red arrow point in the same direction. Use them, while you decide which way to orient the Quantum Black, within the component's fuse holder.

I'm of the age where, when we were in high school, we spoke in hushed tones about condoms. And when we had to do more than talk, and actually shop for condoms - GULP! We'd go to drugstores, kind of walk up and down aisles, and eventually gravitate close to the condoms which happened to be out in the open, as opposed to being behind a counter. Most of us were too shy or embarrassed, to walk up to the counter, and ask the pharmacist about or for condoms. Neither did we want to get caught, lingering in front of the condom stocks. I was with female friends, and even though we were not remotely sexually involved with each other, we, paranoid or not, felt judgmental stares. But damn, there could be such a wide variety of choices, so we HAD to stay, observe, read, check out, and discuss.

Almost all of my friends were virgins, until well into our high school years. Since most of us did not have much money, many started off gingerly and in baby steps. After all, if you were not sexually active, it did not make sense to buy large quantities of condoms. Since everyone was in the exploratory and beginning stages, s/he often started off with a 3-pack of condoms. For those who did become sexually active, and use (or waste) the initial 3-pack of condoms, it was time to move up to the 12-pack boxes.

Just as condoms protect from pregnancy and STDs, fuses protect electronics. Among the myriad fuses I have reviewed, you've already read about Synergistic Research's Quantum Red. Well, while keeping the Red ($90 for 20mm, $100 for 32mm) in production, Synergistic Research have introduced a higher-end Quantum Black.

The Quantum Black's box is the exact same size as that of the Red's. To give you an idea of the box's size, I have shown it among standard-sized Trojan condoms. The Quantum Black retails for $120 (20mm) and $130 (32mm).

Yes, I'm so old, that my college neighbors and friends were using the Today Sponge, before its production was halted in 1994/95. When used properly, the Sponge's effective rate was around 90%. Yikes; that meant that, in 1 of every 10 uses, the Sponge wouldn't prevent fertilization/pregnancy. Facing that relatively high risk or failure rate, my college peers used the Sponge (a) as backup to other birth control methods, or (b) during times when not at peak fertility. Obviously, the Sponge did not offer any protection against STDs. And some users (and their partners) were allergic to the nonoxynol-9 spermicide. In our dorm meetings, several girls said they liked the Sponge, because it then allowed them to have bareback (i.e., no condom) sex. Thus, they could feel their partner's penis, rather than a condom. That worked both ways; the male partner could then come in contact with, and thus feel, the girl's vagina and fluids.

One side of the Sponge had a strap, by which you could grasp the product. The other side was dimpled, to fit over your cervix. To use a Sponge, you placed it under running water. Most girls who talked about the Sponge preferred warm water. The water supposedly activated the spermicide. I do know that water made the Sponge all foamy. My neighbor Andrea once told me that, during the first time she tried a Sponge, she was in the shower. After getting wet, the Sponge became so slippery, she dropped it on the dirty shower floor! Thus, she lost that one, had to use another.

Placing a finger or two under the strap, you inserted the activated Sponge into your vagina. It should fit over your cervix, nestled in place.

Back then, the Sponge was effective for up to 24 hours. However, you had to leave the Sponge in place for 6 hours after the last act of intercourse. Then, it was okay to remove it. Girls had to keep that waiting period in mind, and plan sexual activities around that.

While the Sponge was a pretty dove-white in color, the Quantum Black is nestled in ugly gray foam. But hey, the gray foam should work more than 90% of the time. Get your mind out of the gutter!

In the early-90s, when it came to lip balm, many of us only knew or thought about Chapstick and Vaseline, and that was the end of it.

On our summer '92 road trip down the Central California coast, Patricia was encumbered with a particularly bad period. She had cramps, and then her body discharged solid bloody strings. Think of your bloody snot or boogers. Now imagine those like strands of linguine cut into 1-inch strips.

On that first night, the emphasis was on Patricia's period, and hardly anything else. After standing in the shower, waiting for enough blood to drip/drain, Patricia still needed to air out, and went for a night walk. I had forgotten that, after returning to the hotel, and changing her pad, she applied some skinny-tubed, fruit-scented lip balm. I have no idea what brand it was.

When she and I got into bed, Patricia thanked me for being a good sport, then recapped what her periods were like. They would usually start with spotting of liquid blood. She could have cramps for up to a day. Sometimes she got those snot-like bloody noodles. Finally, for the next 4-5 days, she'd have various flows of liquid blood.

When Patricia kissed me good-night, her lip balm smelled like sweet peach. Previously that summer, including earlier in the day, and on that nighttime walk around the hotel neighborhood, she, without any lip balm, had kissed me. I knew what her unadorned and untreated lips tasted and smelled like. So yes, that peachy scent was from the lip balm, not from her lips, mouth, tongue, breath, or body itself.

Since the Simaudio 750D is high-rez, it does not skimp on the micro details. Moreover, with the right associated gear, the 750D has that rare ability not to let the larger sounds drown out the minute ones. Such is the case, when the 750D employs a Hi-Fi Tuning Supreme fuse. While still placing correct attention on Patricia's period, it also leaves intact her Secret antiperspirant & deodorant, Aquafresh toothpaste [she did not bring or use mouthwash], Noxzema cleansing cream, Keri lotion, and lightly-sweet peach lip balm. Not strawberry. Not cherry. Not apricot. Not watermelon. Peach. Now the 750D makes the otherwise fine Neo 260D sound blockish, and confined to the area between your speakers. The Neo 260D makes it seem as though Patricia left her toiletries at home, and packed nothing but maxi pads.

But pay attention to the orientation of the HFT Supreme. In the car, Patricia was always on my right. In bed, Patricia was on my left. When the HFT Supreme is pointed towards the middle of the 750D (above), you lose PRAT and focus, but you gain in the upper 1/4 of the soundstage, the air and space above the musical proceedings. It does distort or fuzz up the memories of Patricia being on my right in the car; on my left in bed. But she still feels close-by.

When the HFT Supreme points to the 750D's side wall, the gains lie in image stability. The bass tightens, becomes more organized. Thus, PRAT is enhanced. Certainly, everything is more definitive. But this comes at the expense of upper-soundstage air and space. So if you use the 750D as a CD player, you will still experience the transport's curtailment of treble. So while Patricia unambiguously kisses me square on the lips, and lies in bed on my left, it's as if her peach lip balm got snuffed out, and a blanket got pulled over our heads. No, in real life, the hotel room was spacious and temperate enough, that everyone had ample air to breathe.

Interestingly, the Supreme seems to take 10-14 days to burn-in, or settle into the 750D. The occasional upper-midrange grain or hiccup does not occur as frequently. Unlike with other fuses, the 750D's transport is not as egregiously rolled-off in the treble. The images become smaller, more tightly in focus. With good distance, ambiance, and space between and above those images, the 750D "maps out" the soundstage. Hmmm, that's quite a bit better and more efficient than my friends using paper maps, to try to "plan" our itinerary [1992, baby!]. Along with greater ease of that high resolution, the music moves with greater precision. No, the 750D is nowhere near as "alive" as the older Andromeda, so ultimate PRAT is not as exhilarating. But PRAT is still efficient and well-done, edging ahead of, for example, the ethereal dCS Puccini and powerful but pedestrian Wadia 781i. The Supreme has the unique ability to preserve the air and space in the top 1/4 of the soundstage. So if you need to air out, by taking a walk in that fresh Monterey night air, use the Supreme.

On a day-to-day basis, for using a wide variety of CDs and source material, the Hi-Fi Tuning Supreme allows the 750D to achieve its best overall performance.

Here on the California coast, it never really got cold. When I dated ACS in the mid-90s, it was warm enough, that she frequently donned just a tank top (with or without a bra underneath). If it got breezy or chilly, she could always wear a t-shirt over the tank top.

During the "cold" period of December, ACS would be like college basketball players, and wear a tank top over a t-shirt.

The XLO Signature 2.1 line-level interconnect has two interwoven bundles outside of the core. Each bundle consists of 6 individual conductors. One bundle has 1 black conductor among 5 gray ones.

The other bundle has 1 white conductor among 5 magenta ones. Since the Sig 2.1 is a balanced interconnect, the third (ground) conductor must be within the black core, as it was/is with the original Ref Type 2.

Okay, this pair is about 20 years old. Maybe ACS has pairs of 20-year-old bras, panties, t-shirts, and tank tops. On the Simaudio 750D, this XLO Sig 2.1 is kind of a synthetic quilt. The images are kind of 2-dimensional, and they run into each other. ACS was kind of ambivalent, regarding bras. On one hand, she felt that certain bras made her feel sexy. But on the other hand, she felt that some bras, good-looking though they were, restricted her. The 20-year-old untreated XLO Sig 2.1 is kind of like cellophane restricting the music.

We know from experience, that the XLO Sig 2.1 likes to see 3 to 4 days of Cook time.

As soon as ACS entered the front door, she'd drop her bags, take off her shoes, and rip off her shirt, tank top, and bra (if any). Once she was in the privacy and comfort of her own home, ACS could not wait, to free her tatas. She'd put stuff away, use the bathroom, and even go cuntmando. As you can imagine, Cooking the XLO Sig 2.1 is like shedding all your clothes. All of a sudden, the Sig 2.1 sonically disappears. The grain, grunge, and garble are gone! The images stabilize, focus, and separate from each other. The music is liberated.

Until 2013, Simaudio's Evolution series products came with the so-called FRM-2 [below, left]. The problem with the FRM-2 was that it did not have CD player functions.

Thankfully, the FRM-3 [above, right] now provides a numeric keypad, for direct track access. Do note, however, that the FRM-3 does not have (a) a CD eject, and (b) discrete fast search buttons. The photos do not show that, on account of a motion sensor, the FRM-3's buttons will light up, when you move the remote. Thus, in low-light or dark conditions, you can see and read the FRM-3's buttons. The older FRM-2 has no such illuminated buttons.

Perhaps because of the scalloped design and use of plastics, the FRM-3 is slightly lighter than the older FRM-2. The FRM-3's clear rubber bumpers should last longer, and be easier to replace, than the FRM-2's black rings, which are known to deteriorate over time [the FRM-2's top two screws frequently damage the black rubber rings]. At least when and where I have used them, the FRM-2 and FRM-3 have equal strength; as long as you point them at the unit, they work from across the room.

In 2010, the Farro brothers acrimoniously split from Paramore. In the middle of 2011, the remaining members of Paramore came out with the song, "Monster," which appeared on the Transformers: Dark Of The Moon soundtrack. Since Simaudio named their lines "Moon," perhaps they took notice. As far as albums went, Paramore would not come out with one, until Spring 2013's eponymous effort.

Perhaps Simaudio were still following Paramore, but by 2013, they were including their new infrared remote, the FRM-3, with preamps, integrated amps, and CD players.

The FRM-3 is a Phillips RC-5 unit, which, if bought on its own, is a whopping US$500! Geez, for that kind of money, most audiophiles will think of an iPad Air, instead. Anyway, the FRM-3 also requires three AAA batteries, which are included.

You will need a Phillips screwdriver, in order to remove the FRM-3's three screws. Be sure to observe the batteries' polarities.

When you close the FRM-3's battery compartment lid, do not mangle the screw heads!

On our summer 1992 trip down the Central California coast, the biggest and only issue/accommodation was Patricia having her period. She did not like getting in and out of the 3-door (the third door was the hatchback) Honda Civic. When we walked on the beaches, she did not want to get close to the water. Though the others thought it ideal for us to eat seafood, Patricia had a craving for red meat.

When we got to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, Ken and Roy wanted to go on the rides. Not wanting to hold them back, Patricia told them to buy ride tickets for themselves, enjoy themselves, and meet up at a designated time. I decided to stay with Patricia, keep her company, not go on rides. Since I was already a student at UC Santa Cruz, I could go to the Boardwalk any time during the school year. Patricia and I did walk hand-in-hand on the sand, but she pulled up short of the water. Back at the Boardwalk, she did not even want to go on the Looff Carousel. It was and still is one of the few merry-go-rounds with a ring dispenser. Those riding the outer animals can reach out, grab a ring, and try to throw it into cutouts in a clown picture on a wall.

I really wanted to go on the Sky Glider, but Patricia felt uncomfortable. She looked up at the overhead cars, peered between her legs, let go of my arm, pressed her hand to her chest, and had fear and visions of leaking blood down below. Aw shucks, if we had gone on the Sky Glider, I know we would have shared a romantic kiss.

When we walked down to the booths in front of the Giant Dipper, we heard the Tom Tom Club's "Genius Of Love." No, not their cover of "Under The Boardwalk." Patricia started bouncing up and down to "Genius Of Love." I think that changed her attitude about her period. For the first time all day, she was okay with cold food. Despite the tempting salt water taffy, chocolate-dipped fruits and candies, giant pretzels, caramel apples, brownie-sized slabs of fudge, cotton candy, and myriad other treats, she actually suggested that we share a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone. I don't know. Maybe Corey Hart's "Sunglasses At Night" was playing, while Patricia broke off a slab of the chocolate. She held it between her lips, and invited me to bite off the exposed part.

When we walked towards the arcade, we passed the shops. The one thing Patricia did not bring or pack was shades. She spotted a rack of sunglasses. She would take a pair, try it on, look in a mirror. She made faces, stuck her tongue out, played with her hair, and blew kisses. She pivoted a pair above her forehead, turned to me, and kissed me on the lips. She put the sunglasses back, did not buy any.

After we found and checked into a Monterey hotel, Patricia and Ken went back out, to find a convenience or drug store, to buy a roll of paper towels. She anticipated needing them to clean up after herself.

At dinner that evening, Patricia avoided cold drinks, and got hot tea.

Shortly after we got back to the hotel, Ken and Roy pretty much crashed. Patricia sat on the toilet for a while, said she had "bombed" it, and suggested I bypass her, and take a shower. As I was finishing my shower, she got in. As the shower was running, she was fine. But when she turned off the water, and started drying off, blood started leaking from her, you know, girl parts. While her upper body dried, she stood legs apart, over the drain. I'll never forget her standing there, patiently waiting for the trickle of blood to slow or stop. She then asked me to bring the whole roll of paper towels. She turned the shower back on, re-washed her lower half. She used some paper towels to cover her girl parts, while she briskly tried to dry off her butt, torso, and legs - all the while trying not to get blood on the hotel's white towel.

Patricia put on her panties and pad, then pointed to her itchy back, and asked me if she had any zits. The little bathroom was humid and steamy. I had to go right up to her back, to see if there were any zits. There weren't.

Okay. When the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax is installed, so that the cap with the fuse value is closer to the Simaudio 750D's middle, the bass and mids puff up. Though they sound big, warm, and organic, they drown out the treble, and suck out the recording's air. It is the equivalent of a small and windowless hotel bathroom, in which the steam, heat, and smells leave you gasping for air.

Having been in the bathroom for too long, Patricia wanted to "air out" and "stay fresh." So she tossed on an extra long black t-shirt, and asked me to accompany her, on a walk around the block. In the room, she pulled her shirt down to her upper thighs, put on her shoes, and threw on a light jacket. Yes; that meant she was not wearing any pants (or bra). Since Ken and Roy were best buddies from at least junior high, Patricia and I knew and understood that it was only natural that they (Ken and Roy) pair off with each other during this trip. But it wasn't as though they were abandoning or ignoring me and Patricia. Still, Patricia was excited about the next leg, the drive down the Big Sur coast. Arm-in-arm, she pulled me closer, and told me she was looking forward to being paired up with me for the rest of the trip.

When we got back to the hotel room, Patricia took off her jacket and shoes, changed her pad, got into bed, and kicked off the heavy and bulky outer blanket, leaving just the white sheet. She apologized ahead of time, for getting any blood on me. I told her she didn't have to apologize for anything. For whatever blood on me, there was way more in/on her, from whence it came. Moreover, because I had lived two years in the dorms, I had already slept with menstruating girls. So for me, this was nothing new. Patricia joked that, since she was living at home, and commuted to S.F. State, she had not sleep with any girls, menstruating or not!

In stock form, the Simaudio 750D already has high-resolution. Unlike in lesser electronics, the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax fuse does not effect radical changes. Still, it works its as-expected job on, primarily, the mids; and secondly, the bass. Images in the mids and bass become larger, more onion-like, less angular. Yet, with this 3D imaging, the image boundaries are not diffuse or ill-defined.

The Premier Beeswax does not work its magic on the treble, which remains small. For better or worse, the quality of the treble remains. There is just not enough of it. Thus, the mids and bass tend to drown out the treble. The Premier Beeswax does not develop the information lying in the spaces surrounding and between the images. Moreover, treble instruments are placed too crowded to each other in the middle - it's almost monophonic.

Can you live with this tonal balance? Or, is it the perfect compliment for your treble-rich system? In terms of texture, size, and flow, the Premier Beeswax, unlike any other after-market fuse I have tried, allows instruments to look and sound like themselves. In living with the 750D, I miss the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax the most. Though you sacrifice soundstaging, ambiance, and air, the 750D equipped with the Premier Beeswax makes the music appear the most authentic and believable. Stereotypical Audiophiles owning the 750D absolutely need to check out the Premier Beeswax.

It is like looking back on our road trip down the Central California coast, overlooking all the other facets, and singularly remembering and being absorbed by Patricia's period. But she did handle it with composure, grace, and aplomb. I have dated my fair share of girls. I would have been happy with any number of them. Beyond that, the fair, sweet-looking, music-loving, and practical Patricia potentially could have been the most compatible with me. I do have to say that the ex- I miss the most is Patricia. Likewise, once they hear one in a high-rez player, such as the Simaudio 750D, many audiophiles are going to miss the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax most dearly.