Le Savon

I got the boy some soap. Not really because he smells bad (although he does sweat –way– more than I do). But because he uses the stuff. In the sense that bar soap actually works for him. Because you apparently need a sufficient quantity of body hair to get it to lather up, which I lack. Ergo my ownership of a loofah and body wash.
At any rate, this tiny little one-​room boutique houses a number of different crazy, hand-​cut, sudsy creations, ranging from Almondzilla to Helen of Troy’s Garden to The White House. In fact, the list of soap «flavors» runs over fifty long. Whoa. And that seems to be just the soaps! This shop also offers lotions and perfumes. Plus, if you don’t like any of the many dozen scents available, the proprietor can apparently craft you a custom one.
The specific bar that I picked up for the boy was Dragon Vapor. Here’s the wickedly creative description:
«Tasmanian eucalyptus will bring the dragon of essence to meet the prisoner of dirt! No longer will you be lost in the darkness of dull aroma. Finally, the curse of the shower slayer will be broken and Dragon Vapor will open your mind and save the day!»
How could I possibly –not– pick up a bar at a completely reasonable $ 7 price point?
Equally impressive is that this is apparently just a hobby for the owner of the shop, whose day job is something related to creative design and marketing. If the packaging, branding, and messaging of her soaps is any indication, she must be wildly successful.
Included with my purchase, the sales assistant that afternoon provided me with a sample bar of the Chocolat and the Beersuds. I’ve only smelled the Chocolat one, but it really is scented so deliciously that I would readily bite into it, if I didn’t know that it would probably cause me some serious stomach discomfort later. There are very few points in my life where I’m not thankful for not having to deal with body hair, but this stuff definitely makes me wish I had some fur.