How are those orthodox black hats called?

Apr 25, 2009 by Felipe L | Posted in Religion & Spirituality

i thirst for to kno the black hat name, not streimel, the other, and a page of where to buy them, thanks very much =D

They are called black hats and see in hat stores.

truthbearer | Apr 25, 2009

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