Ok guys, have you had one shave that really sticks out above all others, and for what reason? A sense of time or place? Was it a funny story, a scary experience? Whatever it was, let's hear them.
For my part, the one I will always remember, happened over twenty years ago, in the far east of Turkey, in a town called Kars. The barbers shop, was a mud brick shack, with a turfed roof with a tethered goat grazing on top of it. Right in the centre of town, just off the main street - a dirt strip with a constant stream of horse carts, hugely overladen trucks and the the occasional car scattering flocks of sheep being led along it.
Bitterly cold water - no heating here, as the propane cannister had just run out, but Turkish cigarettes and scalding hot tea from the hole in the wall next door. My wife was given a seat in the window so all the passers by could see that they had foreign customers, and hilariously, a couple of goats repeatedly bursting through the door to try and eat the three foot high stack of old newspapers just inside the door.
An awesomely close shave with half a Derby in a straight, followed by a thorough singeing with flaming cotton wool dipped in meths.
Every time I use my stick of Arko shave soap, the smell just reminds me of this memorable shave. For me, the smell of Arko is THE smell of Turkey!