The small group I back porch pick with is mainly Martins. My best friend has a 44 Martin and I do love the sound of all of them. This Mossman has been with me for a long time, survived a mule wreck when I was packing in the back country of wilderness Idaho, a car wreck on the way to a gig, and a huge chunk of stupidity on my part over the years. But each little mark is a musical memory. If I was a rich man I'd buy another but suspect I'd never play it as this one is a dear friend. Funny how a hunk of wood can take on such a powerful personality!