Invictus: Latin for unconquered or undefeated.
Description: Life will always have things that make you feel like you were dragged through the dirt, kicked and burnt. If you know what that feels like, this hat was made for you. Gray, burnt and dirty. Black alligator band, distressed black braid, black turkey feather.
Crown: RCA crown shaped like our clean slate hat but dirtied up, burnt, with mule kicks added to the front and back to show life’s kicks and trials.
Brim: 3.75 Mean outlaw pull down in the front, and a high Western lift on the sides. Perfect to fit in your saddle bags while you ride the iron horse.
Sweatband: Genuine lambskin.
Felt: Choose from 100% wool, 5x beaver blend fur, 20% beaver, 100% rabbit fur, 50% beaver with 50% rabbit or 100% beaver.
Cowboy toothpick: A horseshoe nail as a cowboy toothpick, on the left side, because that’s the Forged Glory side. Monogrammed with the letter R for Revenant Hats.
Size: To get the right size measure your head where the hat will sit in centimeters. If you have a head shape that is hard to fit or if you want a perfect fit, conformers are available upon request.
To get a conformer you will either need to purchase the hat first, or send a $270 deposit. The deposit will be refunded or it can be used as store credit when we get the conformer back. If we do not get the conformer back we will not make the hat and we will keep the $270 deposit or $270 of the money used to purchase the hat. If a conformer is used, we will send you the block that is made, it is useful to have when storing your hat to keep its shape.
Please contact us with any other customization request and we will make it happen.
The 100% beaver blend is hard to source. It may take us 3 months to a year to get.
INVICTUS
by,
WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.