With Brazilian rosewood available again, I thought I'd share the story of how I came love the stuff. It really is worthy of the hype.
Maybe some others will tell their story - just in case someone is sitting on the fence about getting one while they can.
The first Brazilian rosewood guitar was an accident, in that at the time I didn't really know I should care about it. It came in the form of a millennium dragon. The sound is so rich and earthy that it is very hard to put down once I start playing it. The feel of the neck makes the whole guitar feel like a part of me when I play and because of that, I pay my respects to it by playing only original music.
By the time I bought my second Brazilian rosewood guitar, I knew what the wood meant, but while I was biased to its merits, I don't think I would have rejected a guitar made of something else that spoke to me. My mission at the time was to find a top notch classical guitar that would last me the rest of my life. I looked for a long time before finding a Laskin, which has been my most played guitar ever since.
And just in case you want more pictures (thanks Brent) of some luscious Brazilian
It took me about 10 years to get each of these. The long version of the story can be read here: The Brazilians