If the road had a uniform, this would be it.
You don’t wear this shirt for style. You wear it because you’re tired of shirts that lie. This is 3.5 ounces of honest cotton chambray — soft enough to forget you’re wearing it, strong enough to outlast your worst hangover and the best night of your life.
Tailored fit — snug but not choking — Double chest pockets for smokes and sins, Western yokes front and back for the drifter who still knows where he's going.
Marble snaps and natural corozo buttons that stay put when the world doesn’t.
Double-needle side seams stitched like a good poem: tight, tough, and not trying too hard.
Made in the U.S.A. Not in a boardroom, not by accident — but by people who know that
a real shirt should feel like you’ve already lived a few lives in it.