A phrase emanating from Chiltern Street - which I very much like - relating to the longevity of the Tootal scarf.  I mean, doesn't that just nail it?  And you can take it further, much further, than just the humble Tootal scarf.  Fantasy images of young men, bare-headed, on scooters in narrow Soho streets or whizzing around Rome spring to mind.  Jazz in the background, the gaggia gently hissing, Austins' beckoning. 
Sounds like JS again to me.
Cross pollination.  Perfecto.