Michaels HiFi
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I’ve spent over three hours over the last two days gently working on the White Oak case of my 1935 Supreme Type 35 Tube Tester.
Not with sandpaper or harsh cleaners, but with layers of wood soap, Naphtha mineral spirits, cloth, non-scratch pads and time — slowly coaxing away nearly a century of grime.
Cleaning antique wood isn’t about “making it new again.” It’s about revealing the story hidden beneath the dirt without erasing the years it has lived. Every layer comes off a little at a time, and with each pass, the oak starts to breathe again, showing its grain, its warmth, its dignity.
It’s a trial-and-error process — too harsh a method and you scar the wood forever, too light a hand and you never get through the buildup. The art is in the balance, in letting patience do the work instead of force.
And when I finally sit back, tired but happy, I realize… this isn’t just a tube tester. It’s a bridge across 90 years, carried forward by love.


Not with sandpaper or harsh cleaners, but with layers of wood soap, Naphtha mineral spirits, cloth, non-scratch pads and time — slowly coaxing away nearly a century of grime.
Cleaning antique wood isn’t about “making it new again.” It’s about revealing the story hidden beneath the dirt without erasing the years it has lived. Every layer comes off a little at a time, and with each pass, the oak starts to breathe again, showing its grain, its warmth, its dignity.
It’s a trial-and-error process — too harsh a method and you scar the wood forever, too light a hand and you never get through the buildup. The art is in the balance, in letting patience do the work instead of force.
And when I finally sit back, tired but happy, I realize… this isn’t just a tube tester. It’s a bridge across 90 years, carried forward by love.

