Martins are passe.

If you are going to succumb to GAS, then go BIG. Call up a boutique maker somewhere, go in search of the perfect fretted friend, make it an odyssey of indulgence in the disease of want.

Then, after you've blown a few K on a hunk of wood and wire, try to explain to your spousal unit how THIS one is the last, and is certainly different from all the other ones...