When someone else paid and it mattered I had an arrangement with a charming man in Bangkok (snigger)
I would visit his establishment, choose material whatever. Take tea and so on.
When I was next there the items would be at my hotel, waiting for me. Or Singa or HK depending on my schedule.
When he was coming to Europe he would call me and usually arrived with shirts.
One evening dinner at my club, if possible another would be dinner at his sister's in Romford.
Many of my colleagues became his customers but then they stopped being my colleagues.
Occasionally he'd call to enquire if my size had changed. That was a sort of code for a trip to Romford and a nice shirt.
Now my bonus doesn't have 5 zeroes and I have no one to impress, frankly Matalan will do before they go bust. I might go first