Connor, remember that stupid song "The Elusive Butterfly"? That's what looking for the perfect uke is like. I agree that the right uke depends a lot on expectations and budget.
You perceive a uke through your ear, but does your ear like Honduras mahogany with a gloss finish, or Brazilian mahogany with an oil finish? Or vice-versa? Experts here will tell you it's the internal bracing that creates a specific sound as much as the wood. Some builders are known for projection, sustain or clarity in note separation---if you can't have them all, which element is the most important to you?
You also perceive a uke through your eyes. In general, do you like new things that you can make your own, or do you treasure old things with other people's history marked on them?
You also perceive a uke through your arms (its weight and positioning when you hold it, the balance of the tuners), through your hands (thickness of the neck, how many frets, overall smoothness), and through your fingers (fret finish, playability). So much variety to match to select from to meet your specific feeling-wishes.
And you perceive a uke through your playing---are you primarily a fingerpicker, do you attack when you strum? Many experienced ukers choose a certain brand for their style of play.
THE perfect mahogany soprano for someone else may not be the perfect one for you. (It's like dating!
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I sold my Kiwaya KTS-4 and adore my Pohaku; Doc_J sold his Pohaku and adores his Timms. You won't know if you've found true love until you take it in your arms. But is it perfect? Have you tried all the strings suggested for your mahogany soprano uke? And then (uh oh) feelings change---you may realign your uke collection and discover that the favorite isn't getting much play time. Or, you may play a friend's uke and discover that you like it better (aughh!).
So go, young hunter, and seek this perfect mahogany soprano uke you long for, but remember: Nothing is perfect, and much happiness can be found in the not-quite-perfect.
My deux centimes. I got started and couldn't stop.