Aroma of wood.
There is silence in the workshop, the artisan is concentrated.
He is listening to himself trying to catch the essence of the material in his hands. The leather is soft and strong, the grain is precious.
The tool is gliding quickly, then it slows down, looking for precision.
The object is taking its shape, its function is becoming definite, its spirit is emerging.
The artisan’s hands have repeated these movements a lot of times, but each time there is a tension, a vibration:
as if the man has tried to breathe a part of himself into his creation.
And he manages to do it.
A miracle is performed once again, and once again, the thread isn’t torn, the thread that unites the generations, those gone and coming.
A new precious article is born.

Once again, the result is Unique.