I am a big fan of French pocket knives and Opinel in particular.
I have carried a Bubinga #8 for about 10 years until I wore down the blade from sharpening it, then a single Olive #8 for the next 10-15 years, I forgot when I got it, exactly. It's in my pocket right now.
I also really like the Effile/Slimline ones, too, specifically #8. #10 is a bit too big, I think, but it cuts food brilliantly.
I usually use it for cutting food and spreading stuff. Sometimes for utility work like opening boxes, prying things open, using the tip to pick something out or off (sometimes on circuit boards - the wooden handle is an insulator).
It is also THE OFFICIAL treat cutter for the kids. If there is a treat, like a pastry, then it is this knife that must
be used to divide it. The kids won't accept anything else. It must be Dad's Official Pocket Knife (this Opinel).
You need to get the Inox (inoxydable = stainless) to use on food. The carbon tastes awful unless you stick it in a grapefruit overnight. That does some kind of fancy chemistry/science stuff that I don't understand and turns the carbon blade black. It won't make your apples taste like rust anymore, though.
I have several other French knives including Thiers, Laguiole knives of different sizes, and some Case knives. The Opinel cuts better than any of them, including the expensive ones, and dripping juice from fruit does not soak the Opinel or my hand because of its wide, round front. At first, I thought that was just lazy engineering but after comparing I understand why it is round like that.
Of all the gadgets in life I cannot believe that someone designed something so simple, so perfect, and so inexpensive. I'm amazed. I would love to create something - anything - like that at least once in my life!
In the photo, you can see some tiny round indentations. Those are from hammering a pin into some tiny model wheels on a Daddy-Daughter-Dream-Date. My little girl and I built a solar powered car at a cafe together. Each of those represents one kiss I gave her for figuring out something clever. The best one was when she figured out there was an issue with the gearbox, debugged it, and fixed it. Later, when Gramma asked her what a gearbox is she exclaimed, "oh, Gramma, everyone
knows what a gearbox is!" She was 7 at the time. I'm so proud of her.
I recently restored it somewhat. It was almost walnutwood brown from age and use. I gave it a light sanding and it became olivewood color again. I used tung oil lacquer on it. That darkened it again. I'll use something else next time. I miss the olivewood smell.
As as real as the Velveteen Rabbit.