Bonobos is considering using adjectives to name all pants going forward. This name is fitting for these devastatingly handsome pitch-black stretch wool trousers. Weﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____re bringing back the incomparable red and black tiger-stripe silk liner that can only be construed as savageﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____ but weﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____re not showing it in the back pockets. We know youﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____ll want to wear these pants to work, and there will be long periods of time where youﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____ll need to keep your inner savage tiger caged. But youﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____ll know that deep inside lies a potential for mischief, a thirst for the hunt.
As if it werenﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____t hard enough to be both subtle and devastating, these are also versatile. Easy to pick the right shoes (black) and belt (black), and the top remains a blank canvas ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____ hard to find a dress shirt or sweater they donﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____t pair well with. By hiding the silk liner inside, we ensure the wink of style that normally festoons the back welt pockets wonﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ___ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ__ﾫﾏ_ﾫﾏ____t interfere with your need to follow boardroom decorum.
The Savage trouser carries special significance; it would be hard to argue that any man other than Bryan Wolff has done more for Bonobos than Ben Savage as a landlord, investor, counselor and friend. Ben (the scathing pen of Dear Savage fame at Stanford) comes alive in the evening. He operates from a dark and lavish lair just off Union Square that was once the home of our company. And so we honor his contributions with this savage black wool trouser.
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