Over a decade ago, when I visited Toronto one winter, I took a walk on Bloor (akin to NYC's 5th Avenue), and discovered, somewhere in the vicinity of Holt Renfrew, a very proper, old world clothes shop.
Staffed by older gentlemen in suits and ladies in kitten heels, this shop sold designers that my Scottish grandmother would have approved of: Aquascutum. Burberry. Pringle.
I bought an oatmeal-colored Pringle sweater that day and was reminded of that pleasure upon seeing Pringle's latest ads for their woolen wear.