Back in the day, we had table on the brutally-hot terrace in Liguria. I had fashioned the top from discarded teak boat decking. Being for outside, I had done little more than get the nastier crap off it but we oiled it hard once every six weeks or so. I used the generic al grezzo
from the local co-op in Imperia but Asda always used to stock it in the UK as their cheapest. Very cloudy and full of fatty goodness.
That stuff costs a bomb here because people have been convinced that it is oh-so artisanal and posh, so I just use whatever is on offer at the Turks'. The heavier, the better. I also crisp spuds in it with salt and rosemary.
At home now, the better pieces are mainly Glasgow / Vienna / Darmstadt art nouveau oak and they are oiled on a semi-regular basis.
That full-on stinky wax only comes out once a year when we do our handful of older, Biedermeier (1820-1850) pieces which are cherry and oak. Even then, I just clean out the joints with olive oil on a Q-tip.
When I can be arsed to restring my guitars, the fretboards get a wee sip too.
Jack believed in the inherent goodness of humanity, and felt a deep social responsibility to protect that. Through us all, Jack marches on.