The Diplomat earned its name the hard way. As the story goes, two impossible little nations – North and South Unsteadistan – agreed to merge, and settled every thorny question (flag, anthem, capital, even the national bird) save one: the official national hat. Enter Marcie, a globe-trotting fixer descended, so she claims, from Marco Polo himself. The hat that finally brokered peace is the one I named in its honor – an unfussy, authoritative Montecristi with the quiet confidence to settle any room.
