Thank the 7th Earl of Cardigan
Reviewed by The Rising Wind from Up around the bend. on Friday, October 14, 2016
From the moment I drew forth this woolen mantle from its cardboard cocoon and pulled its substantial merino knit over my frozen frame, I felt the fiery blast of life-giving warmth welling up from the depths of my soul. I fastened its swarthy simulated-horn buttons over my sinewy chest and took heed that its fit was true to size. Thusly clad in my raiment of mighty fleece, I strode forth into the wintry tempest, my countenance rising against the frigid gale. Blow ye icy winds of foul Boreas! I defy thee! Abate thy attack ye vile minions of Hodor! Thy merciless blades shall be blunted upon my knitted shield!