You’ve come a long way, Burberry

While your British plaids will be an indelible staple in my closet, how I’ve come to love your aviator jacket. Now let me count the ways…

You had me at military.

I can smell the richness of your chocolate brown leather that reminds me of velvet oak and sweet honey.

I bet your Shearling trims feel like down pillows.

And your leather buckles—while seemingly frivolous—contradict this very softness. You rocker’s edge captivates me.

But alas, like the Chanels, Diors and Pradas in the world, you hurt me with your price tag of $4100. Curse you for making me love you. I’m left to admire you from afar, like the rest of us fools who don’t live in glass castles.