I’m obsessed with acoustic guitars.
Not ‘the acoustic guitar,’ or ‘acoustic guitar music,’ I mean I’m obsessed with acoustic guitars themselves. Not just playing them, but handling them. Not just the craftmanship, or just the beauty of the object (that too,) but I’m enchanted by the wood itself, mesmerized by the shine of the varnish. I get a thrill just caressing the curve of the side. I’m enthralled by the look, the feel, the smell of an acoustic guitar.
It would be too much information to try to describe what happens to me physically when I smell the inside of a well-made guitar. I’m just obsessed with guitars, and oh yes, and don’t forget their sound. Nice.