Some things exist beyond the threshold of necessity. They are made not because the market demanded them, but because someone believed that a particular experience deserved to be unreasonably perfect. Consider this.
There is a point where attention to detail transcends function and becomes a form of reverence. The extra hour spent on the invisible seam. The finish applied to the surface that will never be seen. This is where craftsmanship becomes spiritual practice.
Excellence is not always additive. Sometimes the most remarkable quality is restraint -- the decision to leave something out, to honor the space between, to trust that less can be more than enough. The pause that makes the music.
良すぎ -- too good. Not in the sense of excess, but in the sense of transcendence. When something exceeds what you thought was possible, the appropriate response is not applause. It is stillness.