Gentlemen, I'm by no means a sentimental old guy, but the razors I'll show you next had a hard life, which is why I had to replace their scales.
I don't know if there are many of you who wield razors like these, but with a certain regularity when I use such a razor, the subtle question arises, who was that man who probably passed this razor over his jaws daily for decades? And probably passed away decades ago? Sometimes working with them I get a feeling of humble shyness, as if I enter into the private me-world of another fellow man.