A leather like this doesn't look new on day one, and it won't look old on day ten thousand, it simply looks lived in, the way good things do when someone has actually used them. The buffalo hide is hand-finished in the workshops of Jodhpur, burnished unevenly so the cognac tone deepens at the edges and lightens where the light catches the seat, two shades of the same color settling slowly into one. Box-tufting runs the length of the back in close, even rows, each seam traced in brass studding that catches the light without ever quite shouting about it. Square-set and grounded, its proportions hold their own beneath a low shelf or a Georgian cornice without competing for either. In a Notting Hill study lined with books, or a Richmond room with a worn Persian rug already in it, this sofa looks like it arrived years ago and simply stayed.
