Summer’s winding down. Temperatures and humidity are starting to drop. All those dainty citrus soaps that got you through the heat of August now come across as frail, feeble, and fragile. You’re starting to dream of dank earth, fallen leaves, and wood ash. You want a fragrance that’s got some heft to it. It’s time to shovel through your soap heap in search of those down and dirty soaps that straddle the line between fresh and foul.
Here's what I turned up:
Let’s hear what you have in this line.
Here's what I turned up:
- Darkfall (Declaration Grooming) – a smooth blend of fallen leaves, musty earth, smoke, and cool wind. Parts of this you want to nibble on. Other parts you want to bury in the backyard.
- Eucris (Trumper) – You just pried open the double door of grandpa's garage, and a great wave of odors pours over you: rusting garden tools, dried currant vines, broken bottles of jam, cracked leather saddles, and half-tanned deer hides, all lying in heaps on the dirt floor.
- French Vetiver (Cyril Salters) – Burnt roots, rust, coffee grounds, ashes, coal stoves, boiled spinach, dirt, grass clippings ... it's all in here, and it's all good. This is the most unapologetic vetiver of them all, just straight up unrefined essential oil squeezed from the earthy roots of this reeking grass.
- Midnight Stag (Chiseled Face) – a hyper-masculine leather scent that’s been rolled in grease, sawdust, gasoline, and left to dry on a heap of old tires. Your wife won't like it. After a dozen tries, I'm not sure I like it. But I keep coming back.
- Morocco (Tallow+Steel) – This is no oriental fantasy or hippy throwback. In spite of a wee puff of rose, Morocco is still unabashedly raw, rough, and full of slivers.
- Strong ’n Scottish (Meißner Tremonia) – The third ingredient is whisky. Show up for work with a whiff of this on your chops and your mates will wonder how you found time to fall oot yer tree before noon.
Let’s hear what you have in this line.