I remember --
I was a kid. My maternal grandparents lived in a small, self-built house they were incredibly proud of. Nestling between forested scarps they spent their final years overlooking the misty dale in the green shadows of spruces and the scent of wood and moist earth was overwhelming.
My grandfather would use a golden DE razor of some sort, shaving with the thoroughly German Kabinett soap. He'd boil some water, open the bathroom window and shave shirtless - no matter how cold it was.
Smelling the Kabinett today doesn't do anything for me, I rather remember his aftershave (which I can't recall by name). But it's that picture - the bowl, him silhouetted against the open window, a towel on his shoulder - that keeps coming back the older I get. Strange.
So. How did your grandfathers shave?
I was a kid. My maternal grandparents lived in a small, self-built house they were incredibly proud of. Nestling between forested scarps they spent their final years overlooking the misty dale in the green shadows of spruces and the scent of wood and moist earth was overwhelming.
My grandfather would use a golden DE razor of some sort, shaving with the thoroughly German Kabinett soap. He'd boil some water, open the bathroom window and shave shirtless - no matter how cold it was.
Smelling the Kabinett today doesn't do anything for me, I rather remember his aftershave (which I can't recall by name). But it's that picture - the bowl, him silhouetted against the open window, a towel on his shoulder - that keeps coming back the older I get. Strange.
So. How did your grandfathers shave?