Poseidon Magnum

The one they call Duofold Red, of course.

Even sitting there on my computer monitor, rendered in cold and unfeeling pixels, looking incredibly aloof and distant, a museum display under glass, I can tell there’s something about this pen. I can feel the warmth radiating from it. I can sense it wanting to be in my hand. I can hear it trying to call out to me, almost singing with promises of the stories it holds within, the stories it wants more than anything to tell.

Or maybe it’s just the allure of a fine-looking pen from a trusted dealer.

Either way, it’s a good thing I’m not one of those guys who believes in spending $320 on a fountain pen.