Sparsh means touch. It is the first sense, and the most honest one — a man can dress for a room, but he cannot pretend with his skin. We cut Sparsh in pure linen so the wearer feels the cloth itself before he sees it: the slight cool of the fibre, the give of the weave, the soft pull of the shoulder. Worn long enough, the shirt becomes a way of returning to the body — and through the body, to a clearer sense of the self.

Every detail of Sparsh is chosen to keep that experience uninterrupted. The placket is invisible — no visible buttons, no closure line breaking the front of the cloth. The yoke is a designer cut, hand-shaped at the shoulder, so the shirt sits on the man rather than over him. At the back, a small brass logo of the house — placed where only the wearer feels its small weight, never as an outward mark. The cloth speaks first. Everything else is quiet.

Offered in two colourways:

• Olive — the colour of stillness, of leaves seen at the slow end of a long afternoon.
• Lavender — soft, confident, the colour of a man secure enough to wear it without comment.