When I pulled the body of this Martin masterpiece from its case and put it on my couch, I nearly cried. I was awestruck. The Vitruvian Man stood in a background of Brazilian rosewood of such beauty that I felt God himself was telling me that anything I would ever do could not match such creation. The grain was a goddess’ auburn hair. It shimmered in the light. It brought me to my knees. 

Harvey matched the perfection with his inlaid circle and square. How? I may never know. Thank you Maestro Harvey Leach. Thank you Chris Martin. Thank you Martin luthiers. Thank God.

Bob Hergert, on behalf of Martin Guitar.