The Raw Bar Hoodie — White

The Raw Bar Hoodie

White / S
$72.00
$72.00
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The Raw Bar Hoodie — White
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  • The Raw Bar Hoodie — White
  • The Raw Bar Hoodie — Bone (front)
  • The Raw Bar Hoodie — White (front)
  • The Raw Bar Hoodie — Sky Blue (front)
  • The Raw Bar Hoodie — Oatmeal Heather (front)
  • The Raw Bar Hoodie — Light Pink (front)
The Raw Bar Hoodie

The Raw Bar Hoodie

$72.00
$72.00
ColorWhite
Size
Fit Runs Small
Runs Small True to Size Runs Large

Size guide

Cotton Heritage M2580 · Premium Pullover Hoodie

Heads up — this one runs small. Most people size up one for their usual fit.

SizeChestto fit, inLengthinWidthin
S38–412720
M42–452821
L46–492923
XL50–533025
2XL54–573126½
3XL58–623228

How to measure. Lay a shirt you already love flat. Length — from the highest point of the shoulder straight down to the hem. Width — armpit seam to armpit seam. Compare to the chart to find your best match.

Measurements come from our supplier and may vary by up to 2″ (5 cm).

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Order by Wednesday, December 9

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Order by Wednesday, December 9

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Ordering closes Wednesday, December 9, 11:59 pm Pacific

Custom designs ordered now are finished after Christmas.

Orders placed now arrive after Christmas. Send a gift card instead

Made to order
November 20 — December 1

Made just for you. Every piece is made by hand after you order. These dates come from how long our recent orders really took to arrive. That little wait is the trade for art made on purpose, and for nothing ending up in a landfill.

Nobody orders a dozen faster than the person who claims they're not that hungry. There's a whole ritual to it — the shucking, the lemon, the first cold pour while the string lights come on and the container-bar crowd settles in. Your golden isn't in it for the oysters. He's in it for the seat beside you, the crumbs of the evening, and the reasonable hope that one shell hits the ground his way.

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