Biscuit is exactly what it sounds like: a sandy, baked tan, the colour of a good shortbread, warmer than beige and lighter than camel. On this In the Loop 18 it is a bag that looks like it has been on holiday even when it has only been to the post office, and I mean that kindly. It is the colour my friends borrow for photographs.
The structure is identical to its siblings, because the pattern is good: eighteen centimetres wide, just under twenty to the loop’s top, twelve deep, one open compartment. What the colour changes is the way the texture reads; Taurillon Clemence’s pebbled grain looks like the surface of shortcrust in this tone, soft and dry rather than shiny. Gold hardware completes the bakery metaphor.
Mine holds a phone, keys, a change purse and a paperback, and gets taken to cafes, which suits it. It also sits beautifully against denim, white linen and anything olive, and it is the bag I lend to friends who claim they cannot wear tan. So far, not one of them has wanted to give it back.
Honest note: light tans keep a record. A dark mark at the base from a train seat is normal, not damage, and it will not polish out. I have stopped fighting the diary the bag is keeping. If that thought troubles you, a deeper Ebene or Cassis will hide more of the same life.



































