It began in a living room — not a factory. My mother walked in with pride, holding what she believed was a genuine leather bag. But as a leather technician, I knew in seconds that it wasn’t real. That moment stayed with me. It was never just about the fake material — it was about trust, how easily it breaks, and how casually people are misled. That discomfort became the seed of h.u.n.t.
— A Story of Honesty, Design & Return