I recently returned from one of my favorite places: Genesee Country Village. If it was a collection of early 19th century buildings, that would be enough. The town spans the century, has a fine museum and even a balloon. Nothing like sleeping in a barn, eating in the tavern, and toxophily to refresh the spirit.
Time to return to the most vexing subject of the era: the cravat. Drunk tailoring requires a degree of perfectionism, but barrel knots and creases are a pain.
A pattern based on this shape is unsurprisingly uncomfortable. Also there appears to be no knots or frills on this specimen. Lucky for me Genesee has TWO of them in their Men's Accessories display (did I say I love this place?) Both have faux tails and cute knots on the front, and a cutout for the chin.