What soap/cream did you use today?

The Club Apricity
K2e Base

This is a wonderfully scented soap featuring The Club's (A&E) newest Kaizen 2 base with emu oil. It appears to me to be a bit more solid than the standard K2 base. I ended up with a beautiful sheen on my lather which performed admirably. Very slick.

Not enough time has elapsed for me to assess the effect that the emu oil will have on post shave feel. Others are commenting that post shave feel lasts a very long time. Honestly, post shave feel is of less importance to me than how the soap actually performs and its scent. With regard to these factors, this soap delivers.

This is not a straight up apricot fragrance, rather it is semi-sweet to tart with supporting notes making it lush and inviting. The scent notes are as follows: Apricot Essence (natural), blood orange, cardamom, davana, rum, jasmine, vanilla, cashmeran, tonka bean, benzoin, labdanum, patchouli, indonesian vetiver, sandalwood. This is not a novelty gourmand scent. For those who give it a chance, it will have a broad appeal.

WTF Apples & Oaks soap as

Sounds like PAA's Ciderhouse, which I just received and having a hard time not eating it... smells delish.

On a DG kick of late and this morning it was After the Rain which I blind bought and was frankly disappointed.  DG states this is their take of a forest after a rain and brother, I can tell you he hasn’t spent enough time in forests nor rain because the scent doesn’t match the title.  I was expecting it to be a wet forest and have notes of moldering leaves or wet bark or the scent of dust turned to mud.  Perhaps some petrichor which I actually associate with pre-storm/early storm events.  I’d have taken that bright scent of newly washed air, or mossy smell of river rocks.  But that is not what this soap smells like.  disappointment kicked in and the soap sat unused.  The other day I cracked the top off and smelled a most wonderful scent.  Wow!  That’s good.  Then read the label and here it was, a revelation that the scent is only disappointing if I allowed my brain to go to “wet forest”.  I’m not disappointed anymore but I just won’t believe the moniker as I use the soap.  In fact I’ll call it Ms Phoebe’s Garden and enjoy the heck out of it.  Phoebe was a widow who’s farm was next to ours.  When her husband passed, we rented her place and along with that came a responsibility to help her occasionally with yard work.  I suppose that’s where my love of lavender started because she always planted lavender.  She had also planted a copse of pine to the west to break the wind and although she seldom had me work I them, the scent of pine was always present.  She watered her garden out of an irrigation ditch that ran along the north end of her place and on the bank she had mint she would pluck and put into lemonade she would proffer me.  This soap reminds me of Phoebe Thomason, my Sunday School teacher, my neighbor, and my friend.  This lady never missed my birthday.  She introduced me to good books.  She wrote notes of encouragement through my young life.  She showed me more than potatoes, wheat, corn, and alfalfa and from such I have a love of shrubs, flowers, and trees.  I also learned how to swing a sythe.  What a grand old lady she was.  

Penhaligon's Opus 1870 shaving cream

On a DG kick of late and this morning it was After the Rain which I blind bought and was frankly disappointed.  DG states this is their take of a forest after a rain and brother, I can tell you he hasn’t spent enough time in forests nor rain because the scent doesn’t match the title.  I was expecting it to be a wet forest and have notes of moldering leaves or wet bark or the scent of dust turned to mud.  Perhaps some petrichor which I actually associate with pre-storm/early storm events.  I’d have taken that bright scent of newly washed air, or mossy smell of river rocks.  But that is not what this soap smells like.  disappointment kicked in and the soap sat unused.  The other day I cracked the top off and smelled a most wonderful scent.  Wow!  That’s good.  Then read the label and here it was, a revelation that the scent is only disappointing if I allowed my brain to go to “wet forest”.  I’m not disappointed anymore but I just won’t believe the moniker as I use the soap.  In fact I’ll call it Ms Phoebe’s Garden and enjoy the heck out of it.  Phoebe was a widow who’s farm was next to ours.  When her husband passed, we rented her place and along with that came a responsibility to help her occasionally with yard work.  I suppose that’s where my love of lavender started because she always planted lavender.  She had also planted a copse of pine to the west to break the wind and although she seldom had me work I them, the scent of pine was always present.  She watered her garden out of an irrigation ditch that ran along the north end of her place and on the bank she had mint she would pluck and put into lemonade she would proffer me.  This soap reminds me of Phoebe Thomason, my Sunday School teacher, my neighbor, and my friend.  This lady never missed my birthday.  She introduced me to good books.  She wrote notes of encouragement through my young life.  She showed me more than potatoes, wheat, corn, and alfalfa and from such I have a love of shrubs, flowers, and trees.  I also learned how to swing a sythe.  What a grand old lady she was.  

Remembrance of youth spent on a working ranch in NorthEast. Once loved pine trees everywhere encountered throughout North America and rest of world...until moving to the South; now truly detest them. Southern pines are a nuisance

Ethos Lavender

A booze-filled start to my day

Don’t shave and drive!

Ha!  I'm fairly certain if I had been pulled over, i would have been forced to walk a straight liine while reciting the alphabet backwards!