Hoodie, Finn's

The Finn's Hoodie

You didn’t get it for the ordinary. Not for the thin, scratchy fading that other hoodies lose — or their soul after the first wash. No — this one feels like “the one” the first time you put it on. 

Soft as the first brew you had the evening before. Smooth as the first shot your best buddy made you take at midnight on a chilly night. Tough enough to smell like campfire smoke, cigarettes, dead minnows, and two-stroke oil. Yet somehow, those scents wear like a badge of honor after waking up on the dock at sunrise, all alone next to a stringer of dead bluegill.

The pocket is deep enough to hide that pack of cigarettes from your girlfriend, or whatever it is that gave you that taste in your mouth from last night — or whatever story you don’t want to explain to your friends. 

The drawstrings don’t fray, and the hood pulls up all the way to shield you from the shameful looks everyone is giving you.

A Finn’s hoodie isn’t just a simple hoodie, or even a badge of honor. It’s membership — bestowed upon very few.