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Our team came back from a customer survey last year with a phrase that kept showing up: ‘it smells like my grandfather’s basement.’ Linseed oil, fresh basswood, a leather strop, a little coffee. People kept describing the same combination. ⠀ We didn’t invent any of it. Our workshop has the same east-facing window, the same Sunday rhythm — coffee, then sharpening, then the work — that workshops have had for two hundred years. We just kept it going. ⠀ The smell is a side effect 👀