(This post was last modified: 05-14-2020, 02:24 PM by Lipripper660.)
I simply adore the scent of P&B Spitfire. The name hearkens to the RAF high performance fighter plane mostly of the WWII era. This rakish plane had a wingspan of 37 ft and top speed of 370 mph. Great name for a soap that sports the smell of tobacco, leather, oil, and a bit of juniper and citrus don't you think? Masculine and debonair all at the same time. Oh, but I have allowed testosterone trump reason! I watched a vid yesterday of a guy lathering a 5 second load. I thought “what? Five seconds? Perhaps my minute long loads could be improved with a shorter load?” So this morning, with a manly soap, I decided that a meager 20 second load ought to be attempted. Man am I stupid… The lather looked just ok, and had I been using reason and accountability I would have threw the experiment in the trash, took the brush back to the puck and loaded up for another half minute or so. But nay! I bore down, worked that lather, and gave her the old college try. What did I learn? That the dude with the 5 second load is a dirty liar and is laughing at this fool. Slickness was minimal. Protection was all but nonexistent. I confiscated my own man card to be locked up in the safe until such time as I can be trusted to make better decisions. As sheepish as I feel today ought to enjoy a great post shave from all that lanolin in my wool. (This soap performs flawlessly if loaded correctly)