This series is a travelogue through Pierre Woodman's little black book. He casts a wistful stiff-one-eye back upon euro-sluts with whom he's banged out a scene, though he only occasionally performs. There's an on-the-drop quality, but such amateurishness seems intentional. Dating from '98-'03, it's all vintage.

Of the seven scenes, the most note/stroke-worthy is the Dora Venter four-way. It dates back seven years, and her youthful enthusiasm ought to be a revelation for her faithful. The other performers blend together, but the consistent happy-ending facials are pure catharsis.

Woodman's better suited for feature-work, but that doesn't mean one can't jerk off to his scenes. The 100 percent Woodman seal of quality isn't to stroke his ego, but rather our libidos.