I imagine Oetzi with his small flint dagger, a Hoplite with a bronze sword, the blacksmith in the finnish national poem Kalevala (and a good portion of us on severe budgets today) would find any decently tempered plain vanilla 1095 carbon blade a treasured item. I passed my Cold Steel SRK on when I acquired a Fallkniven. It is serving it's new owner well and the split billets of wood niether care, nor complain which contributes to their metamorphosis back to the energy of the sun.