So it began...

[xmemnochx]

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,
Brandon

[Boogie]

You are quite a poet, a truely beautiful story. It was almost like I was there with you....but only in spirit, otherwise it might be a little creepy

[Antique Hoosier]

Brandon's posts are always interesting. I especially liked his "on the rocks" famous SOTD post. The fact that he resides in SLC Punk is one of the more remarkable aspects.