Today's shave brought with it the theme 'No socks?'
By golly that is a smashing razor - Occams Enoch
My oh my what a damn fine blade - Kai Captain (3)
Chin chin chaps it's a Welsh brush - Yaqi Dandelion
No socks please we're British - Extro Arancia
Milk on the doorstep? Rather - Atelier Sanguine
After my recent attempts to write using the Scottish dialect I have decided to give it all a miss in the future and stick to what I am really crap at, writing in my own native language. Then again being originally from Goole and spending my childhood in Doncaster I guess there is some level of ignorance factored in somewhere. Having spent the past 37 years in Liverpool my 'gradu ignorantia' naturally increased.
I failed my O'level English literature in fantastic style having complained that the question paper covered books and poetry we had never studied in our syllabus. That was the first major mistake. Having overlooked those simple words 'Answer 4 out of 8 questions'. No surprise that I found myself writing essays on books I barely knew the title of never mind the contents. My second mistake was that I am just plain shit.
Anyway it is time to wrap up this piffle and get down to the nitty gritty, the nut and bolt basics and scribble some waffle on my SOTD.
Having really got to love my new General V2 and finding the advantages of having a smaller head (quite the opposite of myself) I thought I'd give the Enoch an outing using a blade with a little more of a forgiving edge being as this razor leans more towards the aggressive side. In this case a third time around Kai Captain.
As much as I want to find out if
@Boycie83 really does burn after finding a source of Extro Arancia here in the UK, I don't feel I have to be so protective over my present 'in the cabinet stock' as another jar is winging its way towards me. But I will be billing him for the £22 it has cost. Figure in the Daffodil and a wonderful orange scented lather is ready to do its shaving duty. Believe me, if orange is your forte in life then this Extro really should be on your soap list.
Lathered, primed and ready to go (Please note. No socks were included in this shave). Hit the face and stroke away. With this change of blade the Enoch has been tamed and compared to my past Occam experiences everything has snapped in to focus and the word 'control' has appeared for the first time. To be honest it has suddenly shot up my razor ranking table and delivering a shave with utmost comfort and pleasure. Three passes with no fear factor, a total lack of red stuff and a stunning finish. L O V E R L Y.
It remains an absolute arse to change the blades and if you can achieve it and still have finger tips remaining then kudos. There is actually a greater chance of involuntary digit amputation changing the working end of the razor than there is skimming it across your face. The soft touch Kai Captain is still a nasty piece of sharp stainless when you are buggering about trying to get it in to the Enoch.
So shave another day and with more positive thoughts towards the Occam I am actually starting to enjoy having it in the shaving armoury. Charmingly smooth and my wife phoned me to share my elation
'Oh my love I am so pleased you actually managed to form a bubble with the Enoch'
'What's a bubble?'
The Atelier Sanguine just added further to the fragrant theme of smelling like a bag of Clementines
The results of letting a band of Japanese ladies loose with an Ikon Tech
No socks? Then you are in need of education
P.
