First animal skins, then manufactured outerwear, now at long last the heated jacket: here culminates mankind’s long hike from chill (meaning freezing) to chill (meaning relaxed).
You’ll be a one-man microclimate, San Diego on two legs, balminess incarnate striding across the savage tundra. Three heating zones, controlled via a button on the jacket or an app, back up the synthetic down insulation. You’ll barely notice the battery, tucked away in a low-profile pocket, and you’ll enjoy your full range of motion in the lightweight, water-repellent nylon shell. How lucky were we, to be born in such times?
