Dark, dry and stiff enough to stand on its own. You break it in, mile by mile, until the creases appear and the indigo fades. Nobody else will ever own this exact jacket. 

Deep unwashed indigo.

Fades to your body.

Six months in, it's a fingerprint.

We put the years in up front-the soft hand, the honest fades, the character that usually takes seasons to earn. Feels like one you’ve had forever. Not worn out. Worn in and ready to go tonight. 

Soft from the first wear.

Character already set in.

No wait, no break in, all road.