Firmer chisels tackle mortises, gouges scoop ribbons from saints’ robes, and veiners draw rivers through barley patterns. Makers nickname them by curve and bite, lending personality that guides choice. The wrong profile bruises fibers; the right one lets breath slow, shoulders drop, and detail appear as if invited.
A plane whispers only when tuned: mouth tight, iron keen, cap set for stubborn grain. Craftspeople lap soles on slate, adjust with taps that sound like music, and read the shaving’s translucence for truth. When the curl is continuous, confidence rises and a tabletop becomes tomorrow’s family gathering.