Swiss factory

[Dunc]

Has anyone ever actually been inside either the Victorinox or wenger factory ? If so then the floors all yours as we'd love to here about it  O0

Dunc

[Grant Lamontagne]

I think Roger may have been there....

Def

[Dunc]

Good point , he has met Mr. Elsener so theres a good chance hes done the tour . perhaps he would be kind enough to tell us a bit about it .I think im right in saying you cant take pics in there , but any pics of outside or inside if allowed would be brilliant 


Dunc

[J-sews]

Someone once sent me this picture of the outside of the factory......

[Dunc]

  thats great


Dunc

[Icheatpeople]

theres some reportages that show an bit inside the vic factory, also where your president has assembled his sak etc etc.

im sorry to say, by an custom knifemaker you may see more as on an factory, its joust loaud, many machines pumping, one end they feed material the other comes an knife out...

[Dunc]

, also where your president has assembled his sak etc etc.

Thanks Roger  Although I will just say he's not my President    ( I'm British )


Dunc

[Icheatpeople]

what? they let british in here? 

[Grant Lamontagne]

Worse than that, we let Canadians in here too!

Def

[J-sews]

Here's a photo of a neat little place we visited while on vacation in Europe last summer.

Oh wait, I've never been to Europe. I guess I must have been dreaming. 

[Icheatpeople]

thats the entrance of the vic store there.

[Dunc]

thats the entrance of the vic store there.

I bet I could spend some money in there 


Dunc

[Grant Lamontagne]

I wish I had some money to spend in there!

Def

[Icheatpeople]

gee, its only an old tiny store full of cutters.

[J-sews]

gee, its only an old tiny store full of cutters.

I dunno about that.....I like to imagine there is a musty old room in the basement, with a big oak door. It creaks when you open it. Inside there are a couple of bare lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling, with a chain pull-cord to turn them on. Wooden cabinets line the walls, the kind with lots of little square cubbyholes like they used to use at the post office. The cubbys have small red cardboard boxes in them, dozens of them, all covered with dust. And inside each box is a different 50-year-old Victorinox, all in mint condition. Most of them are prototypes of one sort or another, never released for public sale. Elephant ivory scales, damascus can openers, gold-plated corkscrews, the variations are endless. Your palms start to sweat, and the drool drips from the bottom of your chin to leave wet splatter spots in the dust on the floor. The crusty old man in the green vest, whose job it is to watch out for unsavory characters like you, announces that your visit is over. The lights are turned off, and the oak door creaks closed. It's time to go.

Admit it Roger, that's what is really inside that building!   

[zackhugh]

Yeah, really.  Can't you just lie to us! 

[Icheatpeople]

well its like that but you really want hear that. and ya get an free fondue there.