I have five Herbert Johnson velours and one Fischer. The tan/taupe/pale brown/whatever HJ hat is my "beater". I reckon it's been the equivalent of twice round the world, in three civil wars, four deserts, two - no, hang on, three - riots, it's been in a Sudanese jail and a Frankfurt cathouse (now that was a story I enjoyed writing ), immersed in the Indian Ocean, the Tiber and the Thames, run over by a motorcyle, monsooned-on twice, and whirled off my head in a blizzard in the Tatra mountains.
It looks great. A few moth-tracks, true (on the underside, thankfully) but... it looks great. More than can be said for me. Maybe it's The Hat of Dorian Bargepole... but it's got cojones and endurance.