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Mystic Water Soap Leather & Smoke
The first couple of times using this soap with a horse hair brush, I had some surprising lathering issues. (And this is the new Mystic Water Soap formula.) This time I decided to try distilled water and load the brush to oblivion. That did the trick. I know it wouldn’t have been difficult, had I used a synthetic brush, but I guess I can be a bit stubborn at times.
The scent of this soap is absolutely gorgeous. I don’t pick up much smoke, and I don’t mind that, because the leather scent is so beautiful and real, with just a little bit of sweetness thrown in to round it all out.
Whenever I go to shave, I assume there’s someone else on the planet shaving, so I say “I’m gonna go shave, too.”
– Mitch Hedberg
– Mitch Hedberg
Eucris cream (Geo. F. Trumper) black currants, oakmoss, steel wool
(Day 2) — This is the fragrance James Bond famously wore in Ian Flemming’s Diamonds Are Forever. Eucris is a steel-plated cologne with enough metallic notes embedded in the moss, herbs, and berries to turn back any calibre of hot lead. But when I took my first sniff of it, instead of smelling Dr No’s villainous hideout or the elegant Casino Royale, I got the impression that I was back in my grandfather’s garage. Grandpa never owned a car, and the horses stayed in the barn, so there was no need to keep the garage tidy. You pried open the double door and a great wave of odors redolent of hot Western Americana poured over you: rusting garden tools, dried currant vines, bottles of jam, cracked leather saddles, and half-tanned deer hides, all lying in heaps on the dirt floor. It was about as far from Bond’s suave image as you could imagine, but just as dark and mysterious.
(Day 2) — This is the fragrance James Bond famously wore in Ian Flemming’s Diamonds Are Forever. Eucris is a steel-plated cologne with enough metallic notes embedded in the moss, herbs, and berries to turn back any calibre of hot lead. But when I took my first sniff of it, instead of smelling Dr No’s villainous hideout or the elegant Casino Royale, I got the impression that I was back in my grandfather’s garage. Grandpa never owned a car, and the horses stayed in the barn, so there was no need to keep the garage tidy. You pried open the double door and a great wave of odors redolent of hot Western Americana poured over you: rusting garden tools, dried currant vines, bottles of jam, cracked leather saddles, and half-tanned deer hides, all lying in heaps on the dirt floor. It was about as far from Bond’s suave image as you could imagine, but just as dark and mysterious.
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