I was skeptical about green bags until Bambou, which is the shade that converted me: a true bamboo green, neither olive nor mint, with enough yellow in it to stay warm through winter. The first day I carried it, two strangers asked what the color was called, which never happens with a black bag.
Green is tricky in leather because it changes personality with the light, grassier in sun and deeper, almost forest-toned indoors, and Togo’s grain amplifies that shift in a way I find alive rather than inconsistent. Silver hardware keeps the register cool; the effect is tailored rather than bohemian. In the hand the surface is dry and grippy; it never slips off a coat sleeve.
It is my transitional-season bag: camel coat in March, white cotton in June, and it has never looked wrong beside either. Capacity follows the usual 30 cm logic, tablet, pouch, notebook, keys, with the flap still closing easily over a folded scarf. It has been with me to a wet market and to a wedding, which sums up its range.
One word of warning from experience: this green does not like navy, and it is wasted against strong blues generally. Keep it with stone, cream, charcoal and brown, and it earns compliments no one expects a green bag to earn. It looks particularly good against a camel trench, if you need one more reason. I would buy it again without the hesitation I had at first.













































