“I met my first hanten in a drafty old ryokan on the island of Yakushima. I wore it on the short walks to and from the onsen, out to collect firewood, and late at night around the irori. We were inseparable. I learned then that—for good reason—the hanten is an essential piece of the Japanese cold climate puzzle. Back stateside, my hantens are hardly out of reach—at my office, workshop, or home. A good hanten gets me through the winter.”—PB-S
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