What soap/cream did you use today?

Stirling Sandalwood

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Shannons Soap Indigo Oud 

Ethos Grooming Peppermint body shave bar (prototype). It produced excellent lather with face application and scrubbing with the badger brush. Much more peppermint cooling than with bowl lathering.

Shannons Soap Indigo Oud 

Whiterook, I see you've decanted your Lilac Vegetal into a glass bottle. I read somewhere that glass will lessen the initial blast of funk this lotion is infamous for. Is that really so?

PAA Awesome Sauce CK-6

It seems to improve the scent and keep it from going bad in that plastic bottle it came in.  Decanting improves most AS that come in plastic containers.  Old Spice really shows a difference to me.

A&E Khalifa
Top, top shelf shave
Thx Robby

Schmellin' gut

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I shave in the morning but of late have not found time to post until evening.  It’s all a wash though I suppose.  Today’s shave is one of my favorites.  From the Karve D plate razor, to the vintage dubl duck brush picked up somewhere on my travels and reknotted with a donor out of an Omega 10066 I’d had for years, to perhaps the most perfect scent Will At B&M has ever made, this shave seems like the pinnacle of a morning shave.  When I was in college several decades ago my apartment needed a Christmas tree and my legs needed a good stretch so I jumped in my Landcruiser and headed to the hills with a rifle slung over my back, a bow saw in hand, and a pair of snowshoes.  It had been blowing a storm for the last two days and snow was deep and drifted.  I had no plans to push my luck by punching through drifts or for that matter going anywhere I would have to chain the tires.  I’d just get close and snowshoe to the trees from there.  Coming out of the valley and up onto the Rexburg bench I found the storm was a sight from being finished but I knew a road that didn’t drift closed that would get me within half a mile of the forest and perhaps a mite further.  Sure enough, I got to the end of the road and saw that the way beyond had snow machine tracks on it so I’d not have to bust trail through deep snow.  I strapped on the shoes and set out up the trail.  The wind was howling but it felt good to be out in the storm and heading up the hill on a good track.  A ways up the road a snowmobile had cut across a meadow and up a ridge that had good timber on it so I broke from the main trail and followed this track.  Higher and higher I climbed, all the while the wind buffeting me.  The peaks ahead had flags of spin drift tied to their tips like pennant flags.  At the top of the ridge the trail broke left and headed down the valley so I stepped off into virgin snow and started working up the ridge quartering into the wind.  This was a lot harder shoeing and I found myself wishing I’d brought a pair of poles but never mind, I had a tree to find and a hike back.  Occasionally I’d stop to catch my breath and to survey the trees below me for a likely candidate. The wind whipped snow around me and some places I fought through deep drifts.  About a third of a mile along the ridge I was having a blow and spied a likely candidate tree but it was steep enough that I wanted to really inspect from the top before giving up any elevation.  As I looked, my eye kept being pulled to an odd cluster of branches until I finally focused on them only to realize a big Muley buck was tucked into a bed on the leeward side of that tree.  He was totally snowed over and all that was sticking out was his snowy head and he was looking at me.  All at once he jumped up and his snow fort flew everywhere.  I sort of felt bad to interrupt his lair but he was gone now and the tree did look good so I tipped off the ridge and covered the 50 yards quickly.  I don’t know how long he’d laid there but he was totally snowed in.  I cut that tree for my Christmas and as I stood there I felt the wetness of melted snow on my cheeks and the icy blast of the wind and the smell and feel of First Snow soap transported me back to a time when I was a lean and hard man.  What an excellent Shave.

I shave in the morning but of late have not found time to post until evening.  It’s all a wash though I suppose.  Today’s shave is one of my favorites.  From the Karve D plate razor, to the vintage dubl duck brush picked up somewhere on my travels and reknotted with a donor out of an Omega 10066 I’d had for years, to perhaps the most perfect scent Will At B&M has ever made, this shave seems like the pinnacle of a morning shave.  When I was in college several decades ago my apartment needed a Christmas tree and my legs needed a good stretch so I jumped in my Landcruiser and headed to the hills with a rifle slung over my back, a bow saw in hand, and a pair of snowshoes.  It had been blowing a storm for the last two days and snow was deep and drifted.  I had no plans to push my luck by punching through drifts or for that matter going anywhere I would have to chain the tires.  I’d just get close and snowshoe to the trees from there.  Coming out of the valley and up onto the Rexburg bench I found the storm was a sight from being finished but I knew a road that didn’t drift closed that would get me within half a mile of the forest and perhaps a mite further.  Sure enough, I got to the end of the road and saw that the way beyond had snow machine tracks on it so I’d not have to bust trail through deep snow.  I strapped on the shoes and set out up the trail.  The wind was howling but it felt good to be out in the storm and heading up the hill on a good track.  A ways up the road a snowmobile had cut across a meadow and up a ridge that had good timber on it so I broke from the main trail and followed this track.  Higher and higher I climbed, all the while the wind buffeting me.  The peaks ahead had flags of spin drift tied to their tips like pennant flags.  At the top of the ridge the trail broke left and headed down the valley so I stepped off into virgin snow and started working up the ridge quartering into the wind.  This was a lot harder shoeing and I found myself wishing I’d brought a pair of poles but never mind, I had a tree to find and a hike back.  Occasionally I’d stop to catch my breath and to survey the trees below me for a likely candidate. The wind whipped snow around me and some places I fought through deep drifts.  About a third of a mile along the ridge I was having a blow and spied a likely candidate tree but it was steep enough that I wanted to really inspect from the top before giving up any elevation.  As I looked, my eye kept being pulled to an odd cluster of branches until I finally focused on them only to realize a big Muley buck was tucked into a bed on the leeward side of that tree.  He was totally snowed over and all that was sticking out was his snowy head and he was looking at me.  All at once he jumped up and his snow fort flew everywhere.  I sort of felt bad to interrupt his lair but he was gone now and the tree did look good so I tipped off the ridge and covered the 50 yards quickly.  I don’t know how long he’d laid there but he was totally snowed in.  I cut that tree for my Christmas and as I stood there I felt the wetness of melted snow on my cheeks and the icy blast of the wind and the smell and feel of First Snow soap transported me back to a time when I was a lean and hard man.  What an excellent Shave.

Great read. I was right there with you. And admittedly a little scared!
It's kinda surprising how long since First Snow has been produced. I had it in the Tre Città formula, that seems like forever ago.
You had the Glissant, I presume?