Posted: June 29, 2016Categories: Wallets
A leather wallet is one piece of any male's wardrobe that is indispensable. The average man keeps his wallet for 7-10 years. Over that time a wallet will become like a close friend. You carry it every day and it molds to you, it adapts to your hands, takes on its own personality, and becomes a part of your identity.
So what should you look for when buying a quality leather wallet for men? What is it that makes a wallet the best leather wallet in terms of quality and style?
Here are a few things to look for when buying a wallet that will be with you for the next decade.
At Pad & Quill, we use extremely high-quality full grain leathers from one of the most reputable leather tanneries in North America. Our leather bags and cases are fully oiled, tanned, and waterproofed from day one. We are confident in the quality of the leather, and it's workmanship, which is why we guarantee it for at least 25 years.
However, well-maintained leather can last much much longer if it is taken care of properly. There are leather bags from over 100 years ago that are as good now as they were the day they were made and maybe even better!
All products made from leather will age with time. The aging effect on leather is called a "patina" and can't be replicated by any artificial means. A patina develops from everyday use and handling of your leather product. As you use the bag, it gets marks and scratches, lighter spots where the leather flexes, darker spots where your hands touch frequently, and smoother spots where it rubs. The oils and waxes from the leather move around and balance everything out into a bag that has a character and life-story that is as unique as you are. These leather goods become true heirlooms to their owners.
This is why we are proud to release three new leather care products: our waterproofing Leather Balm, conditioning Leather Oil, and our deeply restoring Leather Cleaner. With proper care, your leather bags, wallets, and cases will stand the test of time and age beautifully as well.
The Superior Hiking Trail is about 300 miles of glorious north woods trail, which meanders from hamlet to hamlet, campsite to campsite. The College Quill and I have plans to complete a thru hike next summer. (For the uninitiated and Mr. PQ a thru hike traverses the entire trail in one outing). Due to my rigorous effort alongside 18 of my new best friends, we will need to hike 2 extra miles next summer. I spent the glorious bulk of last Saturday wielding a McCleod spade and exposing 2 foot wide stretches of path. As we labored, a fellow trailblazer and I conversed about various hikes and the ideal gear for locations and seasons. Humorously, we had both experienced hikes we approached looking for the world like REI models, only to encounter a pair of tourists clad only in pedal pushers and sneakers. My first summit of a 14’er taught me that a Sherpa is redundant when there is a conga line of girl scouts and grandmas making their way to the peak. By contrast, we had also ventured into the wild and encountered folks who had no business being there and ultimately were trekked out by wilderness emergency personnel.
If you are an iPhone 6 or Apple fan of any stripe, you know where this is going. Apple has released a new iPhone that reduces our need for a wallet. Apple Pay’s tap, pick and tick renders the need to carry a plethora of credit cards obsolete. With Touch ID, iPhone 6 assures the merchant that you are who you say you are. Minimalists of the world rejoice! Consumers weary from a biweekly replacement of debit cards because yet another merchant you frequent has been hacked will join me in a little Apple happy dance. (I love you Eddie Cue!)
All I need to carry now is my license for the benefit of the TSA, liquor store clerks, night club bouncers (who seem to mistake me for a 19 year old, seriously? Did you not see the gray in Mr. PQs beard? Do I
Sometimes I find when I’ve retold a story a number of times, I lose the writing narrative of that story and it can take change of venue or thought process for it to return. So, while I was fully prepared to regale our customers with wonderful adventures of the oldest kid and I in the vast wilderness boundary between the United States and Canada, I’m stuck. Mr. PQ and I are heading back up north this weekend to cheer on Grandma’s Marathon participants, so perhaps by returning to the scene of the crime, I’ll get my mojo back.
I desperately need my mojo back, we are busy preparing for the release of iPhone 6 and I am having the damnedest time stringing my thoughts together. Perhaps I just need the World Cup #ibelievethatwewillwinit to conclude.
Here’s how I know I’m losing my mind: Brian texted the other day to inform me that a major online magazine wants to feature our packaging in an article. I had to think for awhile about why on earth someone thinks Fedex and USPS mailing envelopes are interesting. Then it hit me, “Oh, he means the brown parcel paper and wax stamps we wrap each iPhone and iPad case in prior to shipping”. Yes, this would be the packaging we spent a lion’s share of 2013 designing. Good lord, how do I forget these things?
Then I was busy adding some items into our accounting inventory, among which were the nifty little Japanese mini pens we include with every Odyssey Wallet. A rather handy and completely gorgeous wallet to take on your travels, the pen being our subtle amuse-bouche to the full entree of detail we impart to each product design. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember the name of this wallet. So, I dialed up Pad & Quill on my phone, hit the home page and found Odyssey, the name I was seeking. The full
“Mom, I need help writing my turtle essay”. “Mom, why don’t you write about me in your blog posts, I have good stories.” “Mom, I need…blah, blah, blah, money, money, money.” “Mom here are the 12 of the next 18 nights you will be preoccupied with attending my year-end concerts.” “Mrs. PQ , I need you to re write the copy on our Etsy Store page.”
I need a pair of headphones. Not just the ubiquitous, white knobs that accompany every iPhone, iPad and iAnything Apple, but rather a large, glaringly red, pair of Dr. Dre’s Beats. Apple, would you please accelerate your purchase of said company so I can become an in-office product tester. Of course, Bose “noise cancelling” headphones would also do the trick, but I fear the house would burn down in a world muted to that degree.
Rob Walker, @notrobwalker, Yahoo’s resident tech guru makes the case for me better then I could myself. I’m going to paste the link here, but, you ADD folks who came here to buy your dad a Journeyman wallet or Aria for iPad Air should complete your purchase first. Then follow the link, or you’ll end up forgetting and then resorting to gifting another sleeve of “barely-range ready" golf balls you found end capped at the Stuffmart Fueling Station enroute to brunch.
It’s not that I don’t love my family, and it’s not that I’m not more then happy to address their various needs and concerns, it’s just that every so often I need to bring work home with me, and writing blogs in
One of my early job requirements for Pad & Quill was to become familiar with Pinterest and like many of my technology adaptations, I began with a shudder, gave it a noble effort then abandoned it when I couldn’t recall my sign in information. Then a friend of mine announced her engagement and suddenly Pinterest was the only proper means of communication with the female side of the bridal party. So, I hunted down my sign in information and began once again perusing the form of social media that most certainly is the insurance asset should Martha Stewart find herself incarcerated again. Thanks to Pinterest, I am now convinced that baking soda and vinegar are the solution to every domestic dilemma from dust mites to indigestion.
Speaking of indigestion, Pinterest had me arranging my refrigerator in alphabetical order, with the helpful “m” admonition that any item rendered nondescript due to a colony of mold growth be discarded. Was Christmas really 4 months ago? By far my favorite letter to organize was “C” as in chocolate and cheese, the incontrovertible couple of comfort. After dispatching the indistinguishable, I discovered I had an amiable array of cheeses, including both artisan and everyday staples. Lacking an idea for dinner it seemed brilliant to melt them into a marvelous crock of mystery mac and cheese.
Since I am now leading a Pinterest life, it was only reasonable to complete the trifecta and post an Instagram of said dish to Facebook. In the process of compiling a pithy comment to accompany my post, I typed the word “artisanal” only to have one of those parallel universe-spelling encounters where you swear a word should be spelled one way but spell checker asininely insists you are wrong. My culinary sense wanted to convey the buttery goodness of hand crafted cheeses, but my aging eyes could only see “art is anal”.