The little Trends amp surprised the hell out of me. And not just because of its size (though it is smaller than I even imagined), but because it makes such beautiful music.
It arrived at our office on a sunny Thursday afternoon. Pender, our mailroom clerk, set the package down on my desk.
"Hmm, what's this?" I asked eagerly.
"Feels like cash," Pender joked.
He had no idea.
One hundred fifty dollars is a pair of Via Spiga evening sandals, is a 75-minute massage at Bliss, is an omakase dinner at Nobu, is a…