My mother-in-law bought me a Kyocera ceramic knife that I adore. I'm sure the purchase was in part due to my overt coveting of her knives every time we visited ("no, let me chop that garlic!"), and borderline inappropriate fondling. Of the handle, not the blade, of course.
Whatever her motivation, I'm happy to have it. I broke it in this morning by slicing some glossy, fragrant Meyer lemons.
I'll save my obsession with them for another day.