Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Hudson Sutler | Biscayne Weekender Duffel

Hudson Sutler gave you a duffel to test out recently.  It was the Biscayne Weekender, a bag so thoughtfully made for beaching it that they named it after one of Floridaʻs historic bays.  You decided to give it to a friend to test it out thoroughly.  Heʻs a champion sailor in your neck of the woods, and he likes to read on remote beaches. His report follows:
Dear Things Is Cool –

Must begin with a big MAHALO for entrusting me with a review of one of your finds.  As far a deluxe sailbag is concerned, this gem exceeded expectations.  In fact, itʻs ideal for what I need on the boat.  I can fill it with all my gear – pads and gloves, shoes and foulies, rum and cola - and thereʻs still pockets inside and out for sunscreen, keys, phone, wallet and more.  Moreover, the tackle on this beast is as-advertised and perfect for ocean-going: stainless rings and nylon zipper operate smoothly and durably.  No catches, no snags.  The fabric – triple-weight - is rugged yet pliant.  No break-in period.  Ready upon delivery.

After putting the Weekender through its paces on a Saturday practice sail with my discerning crew (who approved heartily, by the way) I took it on another test – the beach hike.  Its classic and charming gingham liner and matching navy shoulder strap practically insisted on a faraway picnic.  I must admit then came what seemed, initially, to be the only curious part of the product.  Those acres of delicious, super-thick canvas add a little weight, and conspired to feel like the reason our hour trek to and from an empty beach became a little tough.  But while I was walking through the ironwoods and gazing at the seven-foot swell on the way home, I realized perhaps it was my fault for being seduced by the deceiving, double-portioned dimensions that effortlessly ate up the travel books, two queen-sized terry beach sheets, water and sundries that I jammed in there.  Yeah… that was it.  The Weekender is coyly huge, and ravenously hungry.  Finally, back at the car, I realized I was in love - the glorious sky-blue weave: nothing sticks to it.  Sand and pokies just brush right off. 

So… thanks again; you wonʻt be getting this twofer back.  Please tell the Hudson Sutler folks itʻs perfect for work and play, and pass along my

Warmest Aloha,
AR

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