A bouclé dreamt in alpaca, Cirrus evokes the milky curls of feathered clouds on high. Painted across the loftiest arches of the sky, these whispers of dappled mist drift just below the heavens, forever transforming with the passage of the sun. Their beauty lies in their transitory nature – a feat in slow-motion – drawn by the invisible currents of the wind. Named for the clouds that inspired its creation, Cirrus beguiles, enchanting with even the slightest touch.