a dressy trouser constructed of super premium, cashmere wool blend in herringbone pattern.
How come nobody ever called Churchill by his first name? Why does the name Winston in America call to mind a law firm, a cigarette, and cup standings in stock car racing? It bloody well should bring to mind the 20th century’s most quotable and eminent political icon.
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We dedicate this trouser to the way we would have liked to refer to Winston Churchill – in a squash match, or a glass of scotch, or a dust up – by his first name. If class were measured in people, Winston would be China AND India. We salute him with one of our finest creations yet – an elegant herringbone cashmere blend trouser. Destined for greatness on sturdy old leathercouches, in polished pews at the Bailey, and perhaps in Raffles class on Singapore Airlines. No pounds sterling, and no coins, please. “Say, Winston, how about a game of Risk?”
