Luxury probably means different things for different people. For me, it would be things like having a couple hundred new, hardcover books lined up to read. Or being assured of a limitless supply of the world’s best teas. Or going on a polar journey on an icebreaker. Owning a proper dozen of vintage Eberhard Faber Round Gilts would belong right up there with other extravagant wishes… though for me it isn’t strictly necessary, as a single one already sparks enough joy to last a stationery lifetime.
This striking round pencil doesn’t carry its own name (it does in different versions, for instance on the catalog page you can see @Contrapuntalism), and the black-and-gilt color scheme suggests that it was marketed to the managerial class. When I first broke it out I had the surreal impression that it had inherited half of the genetic material for the EF Blackwing, the other half having gone to the Commerce. I was feverish, I think. Later on, as the novelty wore off, I got used to the silky, almost oily smoothness, but the mystery and the romance endure. A suave, handsome pencil that keeps its secrets.