Spring was the excuse, but this bag has stayed in rotation through every season since. Menthe is a soft herbal mint, deeper than a pastel and with a slight grey behind it, and on matte alligator the scales read like fine marzipan: regular, tactile, completely without glare. Silver hardware keeps the temperature cool; nothing here is decorative for its own sake.
Only 19 cm across and four deep, it is a forearm bag for evenings and a crossbody for days, depending on how I set the strap. The load is unchanged from any proper mini: phone, card case, keys, a lipstick, and space behind the flap for a spare debit card and a flat key when travelling.
Matte alligator behaves differently from its glazed cousin. The low sheen makes the scutes more visible, and it wears into the bag rather than out of it, polishing where the hand regularly falls until the clasp surround is slightly brighter than the field. Water is still the thing to watch, and on a pale hide a stray splash needs dabbing, not rubbing.
My honest caution is seasonal: mint green leans warm-weather in most wardrobes, and a matte pale exotic will not shrug off city grime the way a grained calf does. Kept for considered days rather than rain commutes, it is the gentlest bag I own to look at and the most distinctive to carry.













































