Nicks MTO

A Predator, one month in. Twenty-five wears later, the dusty taupe is gone. In its place: warm honey across the toes, soft coffee along the seams, and a quiet caramel glow at the edges. The creases have settled in like old friends, the kiltie has darkened to mahogany, and the leather has started telling its own story, one scuff and sunbeam at a time. Still the same gentle beast underneath. Just a little more awake now