All the brazenness and intrigue of sneaking into a Bond villain’s lair, just to try on his suits. So much refined espresso bean and brown sugar style, with a red raspberry pocket square and red currant hidden-blade shoes. All that dried herb, sweet tobacco swagger, that sour cherry bravado in a stylish, sophisticated, take-on-the-world package. Pose in the mirror with the golden gun, menacing and suave. You’ve never felt better. And when 007 shows up, thinking you’re his target, you might as well play the part.
