The Kone has landed. Maybe they've worked over the edge, or maybe my hands belong to a working man and not a pencil-pusher, but the edge and tip don't seem all that hazardous. I'll have to redo the circle on my cone-holder pourover gizmo, and tomorrow I'm good to go.
For some reason, as soon as I opened the box and took out the Kone, I had this old Madonna song going through my head. I think I have to order a second one to find out why. No worries, I promise not to post pics; your imaginations will have to suffice.