Black Vintage Wool

“Don’t you taste even a morsel of that!” He hissed through his teeth for the tenth time. The grey old tyrant was talking about his “Salmon of Knowledge”, which he had bspent the past twenty years fishing for. He said the first to taste it would be made the wisest of all men. He finally caught it but the struggle of the catch drained him and he demanded you to cook it for him. Half way through your pan-frying you went to turn the fish but upon doing so you scalded your thumb, immediately sucking it to alleviate the pain. What happened next is hard to put into words - like Keanu Reeves in the Matrix you started to receive a heavy upload. A wetransfer size one. True to his word, all of the world's data began to food into your head. Convulsing, you fell to the floor alarming the old man ‘Noooo, you sneaky little devil, you’ve tasted my Salmon!!’Slowly you get to your feet, eyes twitching - “world’s nicest black fabric...” You mumble, “Beggars Run’s Black Vintage Wool, woven by Dormeuil in Yorkshire, hardy and textured. Our suit of the same fabric is best worn in the chillier months. Deep like the oblivion you soon slip into.