Perhaps you won't mind if I tell a story: it's all true, although the names have been obscured to protect the author.
I had ordered a guitar from a well known European maker and my intention (actually my son's idea) was to buy a great guitar for my 50th birthday. So the order was placed, deposit made, and the guitar was to be ready in 6 months. Well, time dragged on, progress was 2d only to tax reform, i.e., not happening in my lifetime. A concert artist (a friend of a friend) visited the maker and reported back that there were "guitar parts" in evidence. Wow, that's reassuring!
Well, finally the guitar was done (about a year late), and UPS picked it up on the evening of September 10, guess what year. Of course, in the ensuing mayhem, UPS lost all track of the guitar, and I really couldn't complain, given the real tragedies experienced by so many.
UPS hadn't a clue! I dutifully called them twice daily, they dutifully reported back no information ("We have no tracking data for this shipment, but don't worry" - easy for them to say), and so it went for a week. Then mysteriously, as Alexander Fleming discovering penicillin, the guitar appeared without notice on my door step.
She was beautiful, great dynamic range, color to beat the band, craftsmanship as good as anyone's, ever. A true celebration of the guitar maker's art. A guitar I really enjoyed playing; but I couldn't help but notice how dramatically prices were increasing. Finally, after a couple of years, I just couldn't take it anymore. Every nail mark sparked visions of gold coins dropping out of a hole in my pocket. Shades of Scrooge McDuck (I'm part Scot so I can say this). So I sold the guitar to a prodigy at an American conservatory, paid for by the educational trust established by his lawyer grandfather.
Well, he loved the guitar, and was musician enough not to care about the dings in the finish. He also won a major competition and then flew to a friend's house for spring break. The airline, named after a Greek letter, killed the guitar, even in a Mark Leaf case. Killed as in running the tine of a forklift completely through the case/guitar/case.
The airline's insurance paid for a new guitar (now 6k more expensive) and the grandfather bought the "totalled" (it's not just for cars) guitar for $100.
So the "kid" sends the broken guitar back to the maker for repairs (he really is a genius, I mean the kid AND the maker), gets it back, and I notice the replacement guitar on e - b a y for huge money.
So my 50th birthday guitar has had really interesting life, and I have a different really great guitar plus a good story to tell.
Sometimes dealers make a lot of sense!