Mulberry Merino Wool

The weather was not good. But so be it, this was the North. Plus after your lips had pressed against each others and held, and held some more, the grey cast-iron sky became veined with channels of dark gold. After which the grey clouds turned a deep satifying Mulberry. Blood flushed to your upper cheeks and you lost time. Nothing else mattered. The price shown is for our made-to-measure service.