This is the fourteenth in series about the "Life Stories" of two Gillette razors.
A new installment will be presented approximately one to two weeks after the prior article has been posted.
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A typical morning in 2008. I've skipped a day of shaving to give my face a rest, but really don't want to skip two days in a row. Splashing a little water on my face, I rub on the Edge Gel, and pick up my trusty Atra. I press firmly to make sure I'm really cutting the whiskers. After one with-the-grain pass, I inspect my face for stragglers, and rub under my chin, to see how rough it feels. My face is still pretty slick, so I don't think I need more Edge, I just go against the grain once or twice over the spots that seem to need more work. Then I hop in the shower to clean everything up, and get on with my day, happy to have gotten that chore out of the way.
If you came to The Shave Den looking for advice on shaving, that is not how it's done; look in the excellent...
Two years ago I began my traditional wet shaving journey. I bought a couple vintage Gillette Techs, some blades, and a cheap boar brush. My first puck of soap was Van Der Hagen. That was my humble beginnings.
I grew up in a home where personal things like grooming were not discussed. My father handed me an electric razor, told me that is how we shave. There was no more discussion or fatherly teaching. I used the electric razor up until I entered the Army. Using an electric razor was frowned upon in the Army. I quickly made the switch to a cartridge...
