Right… so imagine this. Midnight gig, leather jacket zipped up, sweat dripping off the chords. Your pockets are full of nothing but change and bad intentions. That’s when this wallet comes in. Black scale leather . It’s got space for six cards three on each side, cause real legends don’t carry receipts. And yeah, it’s on a guitar store ‘cause this thing screams rock n roll. It’s the same skin we use for the straps… the one that bends, breathes, survives. If you own one of those, this is your next sin. Wear it close, keep it loud.