15 inches overall, heavy, beastly even. Pre-war Dexter 4898, a.k.a. The Broadsword. It’s got this convex cross-section that shoots carrot-coins across the counter, they just sort of pop off the thing like it’s electric. Pretty as hell, too. A softer metal than the Sabatier blades, polishes up nice and smooth. This was another five-dollar thrift shop purchase, made scary-keen for another five. I was hoping the guy at the knife shop would be impressed, but he’s more of a samurai-sword guy, and had nothing to say. These things go for fifty or more routinely on eBay though, I just looked that up like ten minutes ago and I’m all proud now, as though I somehow made a smart purchase instead of an impulse buy. I am the sort of man (boy) who impulse-buys vintage carbon steel knives. Ladies line up at my door, because they know this about me intuitively.

15 inches overall, heavy, beastly even. Pre-war Dexter 4898, a.k.a. The Broadsword. It’s got this convex cross-section that shoots carrot-coins across the counter, they just sort of pop off the thing like it’s electric. Pretty as hell, too. A softer metal than the Sabatier blades, polishes up nice and smooth.

This was another five-dollar thrift shop purchase, made scary-keen for another five. I was hoping the guy at the knife shop would be impressed, but he’s more of a samurai-sword guy, and had nothing to say. These things go for fifty or more routinely on eBay though, I just looked that up like ten minutes ago and I’m all proud now, as though I somehow made a smart purchase instead of an impulse buy. I am the sort of man (boy) who impulse-buys vintage carbon steel knives. Ladies line up at my door, because they know this about me intuitively.

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