Old Virginia t. (Asylum Shave Works) tobacco, vanilla, hay
Like TommyCarioca said, you open a tin of Old Virginia and your first expression is likely to be Wow! It's strong and sort of raw and ragged. When I first lathered it, the tobacco note came through about right, but the vanilla was too sweet. Over the last week, though, the bits and pieces of the fragrance have settled down, so that now I get just a rich, sweet tobacco scent that takes me back to hot summer mornings not in Virginia, but in Durham, North Carolina. I can smell the redbrick tobacco warehouses there stuffed with bright leaf. They give off a thick almost sickly sweet scent of cured tobacco that gets into everything, the lawns, the rose beds, the sidewalks, pavement, the water even. It was all a little too much for me when I lived there, but now with tens of years and thousands of miles between us, I miss the old town and that sweet, sticky smell of summer, and I'm glad to have a tub of this soap to help bring it all back.
Like TommyCarioca said, you open a tin of Old Virginia and your first expression is likely to be Wow! It's strong and sort of raw and ragged. When I first lathered it, the tobacco note came through about right, but the vanilla was too sweet. Over the last week, though, the bits and pieces of the fragrance have settled down, so that now I get just a rich, sweet tobacco scent that takes me back to hot summer mornings not in Virginia, but in Durham, North Carolina. I can smell the redbrick tobacco warehouses there stuffed with bright leaf. They give off a thick almost sickly sweet scent of cured tobacco that gets into everything, the lawns, the rose beds, the sidewalks, pavement, the water even. It was all a little too much for me when I lived there, but now with tens of years and thousands of miles between us, I miss the old town and that sweet, sticky smell of summer, and I'm glad to have a tub of this soap to help bring it all back.