Wood Kubb, a PC in a tiny wooden block

One look at this computer and you'll understand why minimalist enthusiasts lust for this piece developed by French company Bleujour. It's name is Wood Kubb, and it looks like nothing but a single block of wood. This stylish, hand-crafted PC measures just under 5 inches tall, but despite its ultra-compact form still has full-size specs.

The Kubb, which comes in Linux and Windows 10 variants, has an i3 or i5 CPU, SSD storage, up to 16GB of RAM, and Intel HD onboard graphics. It has all the usual connections, too, including four USB ports, a MiniDP, mini-HDMI and WiDi that lets you connect a screen wirelessly. It doesn't come with a monitor, keyboard, or mouse, but don't worry, there are lots of wooden computer accessories that you can buy online.

Bleujour has been making cubical computers for a while now, but they're seeking help on Kickstarter to launch a sleek wooden version. The Kubb comes in three different types of wood/colors with options of white ash, brown ash and elm. Prices start at 459 euros for the early bird, with the standard retail price set at 795 euros.

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