Opinel No. 8.
This was my Dad’s knife and he kept it in his tackle box as his bait knife. After twenty-plus years of being in a tackle box with rubber worms and lead split shot sinkers, this knife absorbed quite a funky smell.
I’ve been trying to rid it of that smell for 2 years and have come to the conclusion that it’s just part of the knife now.
Objects may not have souls, but this one sure has character.