Well, after what I think was about a year, I finally defeated a full tub of Stirling soap!
I haven’t counted my soaps, but it’s at least three dozen. I rotate through them as my moods dictate, and they bring me great happiness. But in the back of my mind I realized it would take YEARS to finish a soap, and I wanted to learn two things by completing one; how much abuse could a 5.8oz tub take, and what does the empty tub weigh.
So I singled out a soap I wasn’t wild about, and figured I’d either learn to appreciate it, or be glad it was gone. For ME that meant Tuscany. I started using it every other day, or sometimes consecutive days, while building lather with me larger brushes, and many times using a little more soap than I really needed. But like the Energizer Bunny, the tub just kept going. It was a big moment when the bottom of the tub finally shown through. I was amazed though at how long long it took to convert the stadium into a larger field! FINALLY a few days ago I moved the last remaining soap from the perimeter to the center where my brushes could attack it better. I got two more shaves at that point, with the final one being a luxuriously thick and indulgent one, whipped up with a Simpson Commodore x2 Best.
Now I’m feeling a bittersweet victory. I’m glad to be rid of that scent, but I kind of miss having it to pick on or use when I couldn’t decide which scent I really wanted. I finally have a tub for tare weight and calculating the percentages of my soaps, AND the personal knowledge of just what kind of a beating a tub can take without appreciable damage. I’m also a little more hesitant to dive into a new tub now before fully committing to the scent. Unused I can sniff a lot and still gift it later.
So it’s a small milestone that I could have reached a long time ago with fewer soaps, but I finally joined the ranks of tub killers, and wanted to announce it publicly.
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