This is my pepper mill:
I've had it for, oh, maybe 25 years. It produces--with some effort and grunting and a slightly elevated sense of annoyance--a grind like this:
Some big pieces, some smaller. Meh. It's what I knew. What I was used to.
Recently I was with Lovely Daughter #1 in that Temple of Domestication known as Bed, Bath, & Beyond. She found me this grinder:
It is big and beautiful and--with very little effort--produces a find grind, like this:
With a simple twist of a knob, it produces a coarse grind, like this:
It is head and shoulders better than my old, wimpy, annoying grinder.
And it only took me 25 years to realize I deserved a better grinder. Thank you, LD#1!