As much as I love the idea of a worn leather club chair.... the kind imbued with the scent of tobacco and bourbon and manly colognes, the perfectly crackled surface trimmed with tarnished brass nail heads....the kind of chair made for hunkering down with a good book in the library... I'd much rather have a worn leather Chesterfield for all the same reasons and (most importantly) space for my plus one.
From here. Additional beautiful sofas available here.
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