Following the man’s cryptic tip, Leo ended up at The Loom & Anchor , a shop tucked between a bakery and a bookstore. It didn't smell like chemicals; it smelled like cedar and old machinery.

He realized then that good quality wasn't about the brand on the leather patch—it was about a fabric that grew better with the life he lived in it.

Leo turned to see an older man in a perfectly aged pair of indigo jeans that looked like they could survive a motorcycle slide. "The good stuff isn't under fluorescent lights. It’s in the dust."