“The rifflers have just arrived and they look beautiful – elegant. Unpacked one and tried it on a piece of cherry I have been working on and the teeth must be like those of little devils; they take off such a fine set of shavings with little effort.” - Vincent Gaubert, as quoted on the Liogier website
Unwrapped from its oiled leather, the riffler’s curved as a cat’s tongue, ready to lick the neck wood down until it smooths into a song. I’ve watched luthiers at work—such elegant dark arts, I wondered, what midnight bargains were made to ensure the hide glue bound not just soundboard and back, but musician to listener, air to ear? No matter. The bite of a rasp, the resinous dust, all of this making is what I’ve come to see. Still, when the workshop empties and luthiers head home, I’ll stay—listen to the wind tumble down off a mountainside, fingering, bending these strings.