It began because a cheap knife fell apart in the middle of dinner
In 2010 a stamped stainless chef knife split at the bolster while someone was breaking down a chicken. That cracked handle ended up on a bench in a Hamilton garage with a small gas forge and a very optimistic first billet. The first twenty blades were bad. Some were too soft, some cracked in the quench, and one came out of the temper warped enough to use as a bottle opener.
By 2011 the process had settled into something repeatable, and the order list started filling from people at the local market. Since then we have moved to a proper workshop on Kahikatea Drive in Melville, added a second person at the grinder, and stopped counting somewhere past 1,480 finished knives. The approach has not changed much: forge or cut the blade, treat the steel properly, then spend far longer on the finish than looks sensible from the outside.