Wool. I miss wool. I mean real wool, not the plastic blends we have today. I do like my fleece jackets, but let's face it. It isn't real fleece, it's fake fleece. When I was a younger man I was given a wool jacket one year. It was a plaid shirt type thing, and incredibly warm. Perfect for autumn, and even early winter with layers. I eventually was given three more by my parents. I didn't take care of my wool jacket riches though. I wore them to too many construction sites where they got ruined. I sure miss them. I once bought a pair of wool pants from an army surplus type store. I bought several items by mail from that surplus store. I remember buying a beaver hat as a gift for my brother. It was mean't as a kind of goofy gift, but with some traditional history to it. He loved it (or so he told me). There are still fur winter hats to be found made from beaver, rabbit and wolf. The best ones I found (but didn't buy) were handcrafted by a First Nations lady at a pow wow. She did some beautiful work. Oh yeah, those wool pants. Gosh they were warm, even in -20C or so. And they breathed, so when I'd come in from the wonderful wintery outdoors, I'd still be comfy sitting at our kitchen table. They were a couple sizes too big, so I had plenty of room to move around and layer under if need be. I kept them up with some trusty suspenders. I bought a set of wool underwear for when it got really cold. Wow. That combination of wool on wool on skin took the edge off any biting cold winter evening walk in the woods. Those wool onesies were a little itchy though. I don't know whatever happened to those old pants.