Warning: downer post. I had a custom guitar made for me in 1983. By custom I mean it was from the conception based on my playing, hands, style, keys I played in and every sliver was picked out by me and the Luthier. I lived in the city and spent 3 months visiting his shot 3-4 times a week. Got so much that I bought and stored my own brand of tea. Took 2 years to complete. I played it till my open heart surgery. The ONLY guitar I played. Her name was Carolyn. Open heart surgery went sideways and I lost about 80% of the use of my right arm and constant pain. Ended up not being able to play guitar without serious pain. I could not have her un-played, so I found a new home for her. Turned her into a couple medical bill receipts. Now, I can play ukulele now, and have a dream of one day owning a Martin S1. And I will not name her. Not sure I could go through that again.