Italian Soap Friday!
Brush: vintage butterscotch Simpson 41
Soap/Cream: P.160 Tipo Morbido Shaving Soap
Razor: Eclipse Red Ring
Blade: vintage Wilk - day ????
After-shave: AoS Sandalwood my wife brought back from the US earlier this year.
Well, what can I say. Words cannot do this experience justice.
I opened the P.160 (in a re-purposed TOBS container) and the skies opened up as well - The early morning clouds here in CBR parted and sun shone through as the voices of angels filled my bathroom.
The instant, the very instant I tell you, that my brush touched the soap it burst forth into the richest most luxurious lather in the universe.
Two and a half swirls to the left, two and three-quarters to the right and I was done, a brush full of rich, thick, creamy P.160 goodness. None of that watery or foamy stuff here but pure glide.
The warm, bittersweet smell of almonds filled the room and I was instantly transported across the word to Roma. The sights, the smells. Nonas and those beautiful Italian ladies.
I felt one of those wonderfully dressed princesses reach out and stroke my cheek, well at least that is what I thought it was before I realised that it was actually the razor mowing down my near two days of growth. Gentle caressing as the blade scythed through my beard, gliding on the cushion on P.160.
All too quickly it was over. Two and a half passes gone before I noticed. I touched my cheek, BBS like the warm thigh of one of those Italian maidens.
I sighed knowing that the moment had passed, reality was looming, the day lay ahead.
I was reminded again of why I would never go back to carts, never abandon the way of DE, never take for granted the joy of Italian soft soaps.
Bellisimo!
He's just cranky because the pills I sent him were really SmartiesWhy?
He's just cranky because the pills I sent him were really Smarties
Italian Soap Friday!
Brush: vintage butterscotch Simpson 41
Soap/Cream: P.160 Tipo Morbido Shaving Soap
Razor: Eclipse Red Ring
Blade: vintage Wilk - day ????
After-shave: AoS Sandalwood my wife brought back from the US earlier this year.
Well, what can I say. Words cannot do this experience justice.
I opened the P.160 (in a re-purposed TOBS container) and the skies opened up as well - The early morning clouds here in CBR parted and sun shone through as the voices of angels filled my bathroom.
The instant, the very instant I tell you, that my brush touched the soap it burst forth into the richest most luxurious lather in the universe.
Two and a half swirls to the left, two and three-quarters to the right and I was done, a brush full of rich, thick, creamy P.160 goodness. None of that watery or foamy stuff here but pure glide.
The warm, bittersweet smell of almonds filled the room and I was instantly transported across the word to Roma. The sights, the smells. Nonas and those beautiful Italian ladies.
I felt one of those wonderfully dressed princesses reach out and stroke my cheek, well at least that is what I thought it was before I realised that it was actually the razor mowing down my near two days of growth. Gentle caressing as the blade scythed through my beard, gliding on the cushion on P.160.
All too quickly it was over. Two and a half passes gone before I noticed. I touched my cheek, BBS like the warm thigh of one of those Italian maidens.
I sighed knowing that the moment had passed, reality was looming, the day lay ahead.
I was reminded again of why I would never go back to carts, never abandon the way of DE, never take for granted the joy of Italian soft soaps.
Bellisimo!