Jean-Louis Dumas won't sit still. He wants you to feel the sleeve of his cashmere jacket, listen to the ping of his crystal goblet, ponder the intricate pattern of his silk tie. He wants you to follow him out a side door of his elegant office and down a back staircase to a craftsman's workshop virtually unchanged since the 19th century. All the while, he is rhapsodizing, "This is amazing! This is unique! This is fantastique!" In the workshop, with a view across the roofs of Paris, a leatherworker hand-stitches one of four golf bags ordered by a Tokyo real estate...
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