In the late 1990s, you could drive up directly to Seventhwave's factory in Ferrymead, on the outskirts of Christchurch, and explain to the good folks there that you needed a wetsuit with longer arm and leg-lengths. They'd reset the machines and churn out a better-fitting suit than you could find in the States, one that would be ready the next day. (That suit lasted me until it was unceremoniously left to dry on a shrub at Torquay and no doubt inherited by a lanky local).
A decade after that original purchase, living in land-locked Philadelphia, I find that Seventhwave is still the place to buy a wetsuit, for use now in frigid Northeast and mid-Atlantic. Ordering a custom-made, Yamamoto neoprene suit that, given a favorable exchange rate, is still competitively priced against its American brand counterparts, remains compelling. Now if only my love of cannoli could keep me within the bounds of those initial measurements ... "