- Joined
- Saturday January 2, 2016
- Location
- Liverpool
Another morning shave? Ooo la la! And this morning's fantastic French frolicking fantasies by the bathroom sink arrives themed, "Last Tango in Wicstun'
Le rasoir - Ikon B1
La lame - Wizamet Super Iridium
La brosse - Wee Whiskey Barrel
Le savon - Signature Soaps Wicstun
La lubrification - Pure moisturiser
'Ooo la la, c'est une grosse noix de beurre......'
With the rising popularity of Londinium within the shaving community I have decided I now prefer Wicstun as I hate being the way of the masses. Londinium, you are fired. So Wicstun it was to be. After all Mr Brian Soaps did name it after the place I have a connection with following a bit of banter. Market Weighton, the new London. And a bang on lather with a bang on scent with a bang on brush.
After the superb outing with the B1 the other day and a great opportunity to be absolutely lazy by using the same razor with the same blade and not having to think too much, Ikon, you are that razor. Thinking tends to be something I either can't be arsed to practice or something which.......sod it, I can't be bothered to think of another something.
After a long night and an early arrival back home from work this morning, this shave was one of those which shakes out the tiredness and brings with it that sense of elation. Then I went to bed. What a bloody waste of that elation thing. And I assume that the shaking didn't remove much of feeling cream crackered. But at least I could rest my smooth face on the pillow and drift in to dreaming of pulling. Then woke up doing the same.
A good shave? Too damn fucking right
And a new bunch of Japanese ladies to sing their way to the end of my SOTD. If anything strangely named. Enjoy...or don't...
Le rasoir - Ikon B1
La lame - Wizamet Super Iridium
La brosse - Wee Whiskey Barrel
Le savon - Signature Soaps Wicstun
La lubrification - Pure moisturiser
With the rising popularity of Londinium within the shaving community I have decided I now prefer Wicstun as I hate being the way of the masses. Londinium, you are fired. So Wicstun it was to be. After all Mr Brian Soaps did name it after the place I have a connection with following a bit of banter. Market Weighton, the new London. And a bang on lather with a bang on scent with a bang on brush.
After the superb outing with the B1 the other day and a great opportunity to be absolutely lazy by using the same razor with the same blade and not having to think too much, Ikon, you are that razor. Thinking tends to be something I either can't be arsed to practice or something which.......sod it, I can't be bothered to think of another something.
After a long night and an early arrival back home from work this morning, this shave was one of those which shakes out the tiredness and brings with it that sense of elation. Then I went to bed. What a bloody waste of that elation thing. And I assume that the shaking didn't remove much of feeling cream crackered. But at least I could rest my smooth face on the pillow and drift in to dreaming of pulling. Then woke up doing the same.
A good shave? Too damn fucking right
And a new bunch of Japanese ladies to sing their way to the end of my SOTD. If anything strangely named. Enjoy...or don't...