Mythic #7 Siren

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Mythic #7 Siren

$465.00

A RMF collectable series

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Mythic #7 Siren is a high-performance chef’s knife, crafted from stainless razor blade steel. The grind is complex thin at the edge and tip, yet strong at the base giving it the ability to handle delicate work regardless of the blade’s size. It is designed as a gyuto style hybrid with a Western influence. It is lighter than expected and perfectly balanced. The handle is crafted from layered carbon fiber with a copper mesh, creating a striking combination of color and rigidity that will always impress. The artwork is dark on one side and light on the other to symbolize the imagined myth versus its harsh reality.

Whats new

This mythic comes with a collectable coin. Each blade will only come with one of the following coins out of the ten. Seven are brass, two are a giant steel coin, and one is the Damascus coin. The coins are randomly assigned to the numbered blades. These coins are limited edition and will not be remade. These coins feature artwork of the myth.

Comes with a signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

Blade:

AEB-L stainless

Carbon fiber with copper mesh

9” Blade

5” sculpted handle

Distal taper

61 HRC


SIREN is a Greek horror story wrapped in beauty and song. Sailors share warnings in low voices, with brine on their lips and fear behind their eyes. Beyond the clean edges of their maps, the sea turns hostile. The nightmares crouch on black stones slick with spray and the remnants of bodies. They are bird women who feed on the moment a crew is ready to break after a long voyage at sea. When the horizon has refused to offer land for too long, the Siren sings. Their song is both comfort and weapon. It slips into the mind, takes hold in the chest, and promises sailors warmth and a soft place to rest. It is an offer of mercy and ecstasy, filling anyone who hears it with a longing that feels worth dying for.