Lounge wear

Lounge wear, in the world of 1878, is not casual — it is intentional comfort. It is the wardrobe of the unhurried man, the one who understands that style does not disappear when the evening slows, the chairs get deeper, and the cigar smoke settles into the room like a slow-moving veil.

This is clothing made for the ritual: soft fabrics, warm tones, tailored ease. Nothing restrictive, nothing loud — just quiet luxury with purpose. A well-cut lounge jacket, relaxed trousers, leather house slippers, a knit shirt or henley, a robe worthy of the humidor room, the kind of layering that feels as good in a leather chair as it does on a private patio. Apparel built for sipping, thinking, leaning back, and not being rushed.

1878 lounge wear is about tactile comfort, understated class, and private-club confidence — the kind of clothing you don’t change out of when guests arrive, because it already says enough.

It is not pajamas.
It is not athleisure.
It is the uniform of a slower hour — the cigar hour.