[font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Whoever that person is, they've got a great way with words:[/font]
[font=georgia,serif][b]THE QUEST[/b][/font]
[font=georgia,serif]That discovery led me on a search to find a modern pickguard with the same captivating craftsmanship—a search that led to dead end after dead end. I couldn’t find a single pickguard available today that resembled the quality of the original from the 60s. I realized that if I wanted to possess this art ablaze, I had to harness the elusive flames myself.[/font]
[font=georgia,serif]So I began researching how I could resurrect the exotic fiery relic. My determination began a years-long exploration. I never had a taste for chemistry in school, but passion drove me. I searched for the perfect compounds—some highly toxic. I experimented with admixtures, I tested materials, and sometimes at my own peril: blisters, blood and chemical burns challenged my resolve. But I should have known that when I attempted to tame the inferno it would bite. So I shifted tactics and continued my endeavor with greater respect for my newfound craft.[/font]
[font=georgia,serif]Then it happened: after many years, like a billowing explosion captured and frozen in time, [i][b]Spitfire[/b][/i] Vintage Tortoiseshell pickguards were born.[/font]
Hell yes! And it's all about Jesus, which is ace. Fire, brimstone, tortoiseshell, Jesus, it's fantastic.