So it began...
Today set the stage for what could perhaps be the benchmark by which all over shaves are measured.
An unusual balmy and warm pre-summer day set the mood for a lounge in the tub, with beer in hand robe draped over my aging plump man bosom I began on an epic journey to span the healthier part of a slothful Sunday afternoon.
The perfume was that of fresh peppermint and lavender emanating from the bubbling scent diffuser. My preferred reading was a few months past National Geographic Magazine. Lazily sipping on what could be the most perfect of beers, a Guinness Draught so cold you could see the frost contrails coming from the pint glass.
After a lengthy soak, perusing a fantastic article on supernovas and two beers later, it began.
Proraso pre-post, yes he was my friend. With menthol goodness I applied it liberally to my face taking time to inhale the wonderful vapor. Giving time for the man in green to do his job, I began with a few swipes of Tabac, making a wonderful protolather I spread it thin on my face, the smell of Tabac takes me back to my Grandfather, a mechanic by trade he always smelled from what I remember between a mix of Old Spice, Brut, bearing grease and the sweet smell of cinnamon bears.
Next came the Proraso shaving cream, with a dab here and a dab there I placed it strategically, taking the Rooney in hand I began to work the tingling Proraso into my two days beard growth. How wonderful it was, such a magically thick lather that can only be had from the likes of Tabac and a cream. Now it was time for the Fat Boy to work his magic. Loaded with a Feather I started a North to South pass, then East to West, then South to North, the blade glide was superb and I as the Shogun and the Feather in my command as my top Samurai did his job, I was rewarded.
The journey was almost at an end, with a few splashes of warm water to rinse the whipping cream from my face then a splash of icy water to invigorate the senses close the pores came the alum bar, followed by Dr. Thayer’s Lavender, a quick splash of Aqua Velva Ice Blue, it was over. Where did the time go? Three hours later I emerged the ‘manbathroom’ a new man and full of possibilities. Was I going to go climb Everest? Perhaps organize an expedition to the most remote parts of India in the name of Her Majesty the Queen? Nah, I am going to have another beer, faceterbate and spend some time with a few good friends on Badger & Blade.
Have a great Sunday gents,
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the
devil knows you're dead.
-- Éirinn go Brách