And no, these shoes don't want to be worn in a shopping centre or restaurant, but preferably ankle-deep in slush or on a night-time trip to the loo in the winter room. And it's precisely in these situations that I've come to love them. Nowadays, I can hardly imagine a day's skiing without these boots.
At this point, I have to admit that the path these boots took to me was not an easy one. Originally intended as a gift for my grandfather, they fell into my possession more or less unintentionally when he spurned the great present. Good for me, bad for my grandfather's feet.
But now back to the product.