At the Carpenter Ant stash, there was a pile of dirty boards that we had to step over every time we picked out wood. Finally, I said “I’m sick of stepping over these. I don’t know what it is, but I’m throwing it in the truck so it’s out of the way.” When I got home, I planed an edge and realized it was Myrtle! Thank you very much. It turns out this particular Myrtle set is far fancier than I anticipated, it’s almost Mastergrade. It looks great neatly presented with no binding and rosette, a straight grain pistachio fretboard from California orchards and a mahogany neck salvaged from the scrap heap at a furniture maker’s shop. It is loud but mellow, a perfectly balanced baritone.