I know a guy that does saddles; a crafty fellow by the name Thierry Hermès, and he does rather the best work in Paris. Quite en marche, that sport.
The murmurings around the club are that Hermès saddles are imbued a salient destiny; a cursed marque fit of a king and nearly retched. It's supposed that the oiled leather cinches give the rider and steed a magical connection, altered perceptions of time, even assured victory in the sport of dressage. Not that I'd know for certain one way or the other, but the few folks I've seen climb onto Hermès saddles ride like masters.