Kyoto: Japanese Knife Workshop & Hands-On Finishing

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What’s the experience like?

I didn’t really know what to expect when we ducked into the quiet workshop just off a side street in Kyoto—there’s this faint scent of wood shavings and something metallic, almost like rain on stone. Our guide, Mr. Sato, greeted us with that gentle bow you see everywhere here (I always feel awkward trying to return it). He handed me the unfinished blade and said, “This is your story now.” I laughed because my hands were already sweating. It’s not every day you get handed a real Japanese kitchen knife and told to make it yours.

The whole process was slower than I thought, but in a good way. We learned how to fit the handle—turns out there’s this tiny balance point that makes all the difference when you actually use it at home. Mr. Sato showed us how to check the grip and let us try sanding down the wood ourselves; my first few attempts were pretty uneven but he just smiled and said “wabi-sabi”—I think that means beauty in imperfection? The room was so quiet except for the soft scrape of sandpaper and someone’s phone vibrating once (she looked mortified). I kept smelling cedar from the handle mixed with tea from someone’s cup nearby.

By the end, I’d stopped worrying about getting it perfect. There was this moment where sunlight hit the blade just right—it caught every scratch and curve we’d made ourselves. Everyone took photos but honestly, I just wanted to hold mine for a bit longer before packing it up. When we left, Mr. Sato waved us out onto the street again, back into Kyoto’s noise and color. I still think about that knife every time I cook now—feels like a piece of that afternoon is always with me.