Around a year ago I started shaving with a real razor, a real shaving brush, real shaving cream, and real routine. It’s changed my life: my face has been happier, the routine has been great for my organization, and it’s just fun.
My good friend Drew recently picked up the habit too, and as only he is able to, he quickly amassed a huge supply of shaving creams, soaps, balms and razors. Sensing my envy, he took my upcoming birthday as an opportunity to provide me with the ultimate shaving sample set.
33 shaving creams, 27 shaving soaps, an even dozen shaving balms, and a ziplock bag of assorted razor blades. And in his infinite wisdom, Drew decided to keep the key to the numbered containers a secret, presumably so that at the end of my little sample test he can reveal that my favourite is in fact created from Himalayan goat feces.
In what will probably prove a wildly unpopular and self indulgent move, I’ve decided to keep a “tasting diary” of this experience. You have been warned.