Push open that heavy door, and the smell hits you first. It’s leather, cedar, and money. Not in a snobby way—more like a cozy log cabin that happens to sell £500 cashmere sweaters.
The ground floor is pure menswear heaven. Rows of tweed jackets, silk ties you’re afraid to touch, and suede loafers that look like they’ve already been to a polo match. I swear, even the mannequins look like they’re judging my posture.
Rhetorical question here: Have you ever felt underdressed while fully clothed? This store does that to you. But in a fun, aspirational way—like, “Maybe I should start wearing a monocle.”
The Women’s Section: A Glorious Mess
Head upstairs, and you’re in the women’s realm. It’s less “stuffy” and more dramatic. Think 1940s movie star meets modern influencer—heavy on the sequins, light on the practicality.
There’s a whole wall dedicated to denim. Not just any denim, but jeans that cost more than my first car. They’re artfully folded, like precious artifacts, and I almost apologized when I accidentally brushed one.
You’ll also find a bespoke tailoring room. Yes, you can get a custom blazer while sipping espresso. I didn’t try it—I have a credit card with a modest limit, not a trust fund—but it’s fun to dream.
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