Mr Pomp is quite a good brush, and the lather from the asses’s milk shaving soap The Wife brought me from Paris is excellent. I was thinking as I lathered that I wish I had known in high school how to shave properly. If I had, I probably would never have grown a beard.
So it goes. No beard today, by God. Three passes with the iKon 102 left my face perfectly smooth without even the threat of a nick. And a good splash of Chiseled Face Summer Storm was a great finish—petrichor is a fragrance that I think most must find attractive.
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