I have a bit of a (one-way) love-hate relationship with the company Best Made. It’s so stylized and earnest that it’s almost a parody of itself, with its celebration of an oddly fey version of non-urban masculinity as dreamed up by an urban man. They launched with, of all things, artisanal axes, to much press adulation. Axes? Drooled over by national magazines catering to urban readers?