These white socks have been through a full day of hard work – trapped in shoes, soaked with heat, and rubbed raw by every step.
By the time they came off, they were more than just dirty… they were wrecked – and dripping in natural scent.
You’ll see dark soles, deep imprints, a strong worn-in texture – and you’ll smell exactly what a long day at work leaves behind.
Sweat, dust, warmth, and me – locked into every thread.
Worn for hours. Not washed. Bagged straight from my feet.