fæ // ember

a small fire that refuses to go out. heavy brushed fleece, cropped just enough to sit right, washed to a coffee warmth that reads like you have had it for years. boxy through the body, soft at the cuff, built for the slow hours after midnight. throw it on when the light drops and the cold starts to creep. it holds heat. it holds you. wear it until it becomes the thing you are known for.