At long last I’m the proud owner of a Fez-o-Rama fez. And I was able to help out with a worthy cause at the same time. While my leopard skin fez makes me feel like the love child of Idi Amin and Sheena, Queen of the Jungle… it doesn’t approach the quality of workmanship of the Atomic Fez.

Fezmonger Jason even threw in an extra tassel (maroon) for formal occasions.

Sixteen years later: I’ve passed the Atomic Fez along to Barb’s nephew, Wes, who wears it with scholarly respect.