Mmmmmmmm, Celanese Fortrel. That's polyester, to you and me. It's where it's at. Are you looking for a way to have that crisp line... that lasts, and simply can't be wrinkled? Polyester, man. Do you wish your jacket would absorb every interesting odor within a mile radius, for you to enjoy later? Yep. Polyester. Do you wish your jacket would form little fuzzy pills any time the fabric rubs against itself a few times? Aww, yeah, polyester. Maybe you're an active man who likes to get groovy, say, by walking around as stiff as if he's going in for spinal surgery, and then bending his elbow slightly, and then looking expectantly at people as if to say "Get a load of my bent elbow, baby."... but not bent too much because if you move too much the jacket'll pill up like Rory Storm? Sounds like you're a polyester man.
Polyester is Celanese Fortrel, whatever that means. Yeah, man. Mysterious, just like you, right?
Oh yeah. $70 in 1969 is like $495 today. Right on.
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Must be Les Paul's understudy.
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