The scraper is a thing of beauty! It’s everything I ever dreamt of. It’s shiny and square, with keen edges and a perfectly even burr across the finely ground edge. In my hand, while thin and precious, it also feels strong and resilient when I gently bow it with my thumbs. I watch the light reflecting off the scraper’s face as I marvel at its polished face.
In use, it glides over the surface while creating beautiful, light, wispy shavings from even the most rebellious woods that slowly float down to the floor. It is effortless. The surface left behind is as smooth as glass and has as much depth as the Mariana Trench. Never before have I created such a smooth surface with so little effort. If you don’t have one, you don’t know what you are missing.