I have no idea why anybody likes Voskhod blades!

[Ckmaui]

Forgot what razor I liked them in when trying but they were very razor dependent for me as some blades are

overall GSB and Nacet and the green 7 do well in all razors but I always find each razor tends to favor one blade more than others

 

[rockrabbit]

I know a fair number of people post positively about Voskhod blades but I just don't understand it. I got a tuck of these blades thrown in with something else I bought a long time ago. Tried one back then, or maybe two, and thought they were awful, but I didn't throw the rest of the blades away.

The other day I saw them sitting there and I thought that maybe my tastes may have changed or maybe my technique is different, and i would be using it in a razor I didn't even own back then, etc, so I decided to load one up and give it another go.

Yikes. What an awful freaking blade. This has to be the dullest blade I have ever tried in my 15 years of traditional shaving. It tugs and pulls like no other. By the end of the shave, I was thinking that I might as well yank the hairs out individually with a clam shell, like Fred Flintstone!

This morning, against my better judgement, I decided to see if it would be smoother on a second shave. Well, it was, but only a tiny bit. It was still tuggy and uncomfortable.

I will never use another Voskhod blade.

If you are a person who prefers sharp blades, and you haven't yet tried these, look elsewhere.

Those of you who like them, more power to you, but for the life of me I cannot imagine how anybody could enjoy shaving with this blade. A shard of obsidian would probably be better for me. /rant

Nice Rant!

Voskhod rusted in my razor after one use!

They are perfect for me as One & Done for head shaves (no more than 48 hours of growth), other than that, will never buy them again!

 

[AshleyC]

Voskhods are a crime against humanity.

 

[AshleyC]

Let me produce the Voskhod rant to end all disputes on this matter. Another member said that Voskhods "shine" when used in an aggressive razor.

No. They will shine when the entire world stockpile is loaded into a ballistic missile and launched into the core of the sun.

If I had to choose between shaving with a Voskhod OR having my face waxed and that ripped off by some war criminal...I'd have to think it over.

Let me put it this way. I was born and raised in Ohio. And I have a degree from The Ohio State University. If any member who has a Michigan address so chooses, I will mail them at my expense a Fatip Piccolo and some Voskhod blades. With the proviso that you USE that combination and post the results. If you don't, I will publicly declare you a scoundrel. Which is to say, a regular resident of Michigan.

 

[JimL911]

Go Blue!

 

[Eric_75]

Many love the Lord Platinums, me not so much.

Same here.

All YMMV, of course.

 

[TheBigL]

I've had a second and third shave with the Voskhod in the Super speed. The second shave was perfect. The blade felt good as any blade should. The third shave had noticeable degradation. One edge is ok, dragging. If I needed to, I could do another shave on the good edge...but I don't need to.

 

[tejolot3]

YMMV

FTFY

 

[AshleyC]

FTFY

You've never been to Ann Arbor...

 

[reformedshavr]

Let me produce the Voskhod rant to end all disputes on this matter. Another member said that Voskhods "shine" when used in an aggressive razor.

No. They will shine when the entire world stockpile is loaded into a ballistic missile and launched into the core of the sun.

If I had to choose between shaving with a Voskhod OR having my face waxed and that ripped off by some war criminal...I'd have to think it over.

Let me put it this way. I was born and raised in Ohio. And I have a degree from The Ohio State University. If any member who has a Michigan address so chooses, I will mail them at my expense a Fatip Piccolo and some Voskhod blades. With the proviso that you USE that combination and post the results. If you don't, I will publicly declare you a scoundrel. Which is to say, a regular resident of Michigan.

CHEERS! (proudly born and raised, as well as OSU alum)

 

[velocityboy]

I'm beginning to suspect that not every single blade of any particular brand and 'model' is actually exactly the same. Maybe some are better than others depending on which actual machine made them, how long it's been since that machine was serviced/calibrated/retooled or whatever they do to them periodically, or any other variables that may exist. In the end some batches of any particular blade may be slightly or even significantly different from others.

 

[tejolot3]

You've never been to Ann Arbor...

No, I haven't, except for driving through on I-94, on my way to and from Ontario.

I've only spent time in Michigan on two occasions:

1. More than twenty years ago now, I was living in the western suburbs of Chicago, had a three-day week-end coming up, and didn't really have anything to do. So I bought a Greyhound ticket from the Cumberland blue line station up to Menominee MI, with a backpack and a tent. The bus arrived just before midnight, and my plan was to pitch my tent in John Henes Park. But the grass was already soaked with dew, so I decided to sleep in the picnic shelter instead. I didn't want to sleep with the bugs crawling around, though, so I ended up just sitting on the picnic bench and sleeping about a half-hour total like that. Early next morning I walked over to M-35, held up a sign saying 'St Ignace', and stuck out my thumb. My first ride was a young man who was planning to combine his call to Christian ministry with his love of auto repair; he dropped me off in Gladstone, as he was heading north from there. My next ride was a middle-aged man who loved bird-watching; he took me only a few miles to Rapid River, as he was heading north from there. Even though I was standing between road construction barrels on a four-lane highway there, I got a ride fairly quickly from a lady who was in charge of safety inspections for... ummm... something, but I forget what now... all over Upper Michigan. She had some business to take care of in Manistique, so she dropped me off at Lakeview Park so I could take a skinny-dip in Lake Michigan while she did so. Even in July, the water was too frigid for this skinny guy, so my swim was rather short. Not too long after that she swung by and took me to St Ignace, where we stopped to grab some Subway for lunch. After a quick stop at the office in St Ignace, we headed south across the Straits of Mackinac and down I-75 and US-127. I had her drop me off at the junction with M-55, where I took a quick nap under an awning at the Houghton Lake Church of God. I changed my sign to 'Lake City', not entirely sure of what route I wanted to take from that point. My next ride was a couple who had three puppies that weren't potty-trained but rode in the back seat with me anyway. They took me over to Cadillac and then down US-131, stopping in Grand Rapids to patronize a head shop. From there, they took me to their hometown of Paw Paw. There, they got smoked up at a friends house, bought a marijuana-munchies snack at Wal-Mart, attempted to meet up with the puppies' owner, drove around town, basically wasted a few hours without much accomplished, then showed me where I could pitch my tent without being noticed by anybody. So I pitched my tent behind an old boxcar at the end of a old railroad spur, didn't bother with the rain fly because I was so tired, and then woke up the next morning drenched with dew. I headed over to the Interstate junction, washed my face in a gas station bathroom, changed my sign to 'Chicago', and was picked up by a Southern Baptist youth pastor in a Jeep Wrangler. He took me to a truck stop in Benton Harbor, but didn't leave till he'd bought me some fast food breakfast. Then I had the only long-ish wait for a ride of the trip, which was really only about 1½ hours—but in the July sun it felt longer. I had the upper-middle-aged man who picked me up drop me off at the Hazel Crest Metra station, just as a train was approaching. But one of his fishing hooks got stuck on my backpack and, by the time we got it unhooked, I had missed the train. While waiting for the next one, I watched those giant forklift things load 48-foot containers on rail flatcars nearby. Eventually another train came by, I headed downtown Chicago, walked over to Ogilvie Station, and got another Metra train back home to Wheaton. Not bad for a little less than two days.

2. In 2009 or 2010, I was a groomsman in the wedding of my own wedding's best man. The wedding was at Lakeside Inn, near Union Pier, MI. So my wife, our toddler, and I drove up from Wichita, with a cheap motel stay in Altoona IA along the way. We hit the Chicago suburbs at Friday afternoon rush hour, doing about 12 mph on average from where I-80 hits the Tri-State all the way to I-65. Traffic cleared at that point, and it was like someone pulled the rope on the chute at the rodeo. I was going 88 mph, and I wasn't even the fastest driver on the road. (No time travel, though, as this was a Dodge Grand Caravan, not a DMC.) The stay at Lakeside Inn wasn't all that pleasant because the guest list was full of families with small children who weren't used to sleeping away from home, and the rooms were not sound-proofed really at all. As a gift for standing at his wedding, my friend gave me a tube of Bigelow shaving cream. The return trip was much different: on a Sunday morning, I never really even let the speedo needle drop below 75 mph all the way across Illinois and Iowa. We drove straight through to Wichita that day. A few years later, when I embarked down the path of DE shaving, I found that tube of Bigelow, so that's what I started out with. It was a little dried out, but only near the cap; the rest was just fine to use.

 

[AshleyC]

No, I haven't, except for driving through on I-94, on my way to and from Ontario.

I've only spent time in Michigan on two occasions:

1. More than twenty years ago now, I was living in the western suburbs of Chicago, had a three-day week-end coming up, and didn't really have anything to do. So I bought a Greyhound ticket from the Cumberland blue line station up to Menominee MI, with a backpack and a tent. The bus arrived just before midnight, and my plan was to pitch my tent in John Henes Park. But the grass was already soaked with dew, so I decided to sleep in the picnic shelter instead. I didn't want to sleep with the bugs crawling around, though, so I ended up just sitting on the picnic bench and sleeping about a half-hour total like that. Early next morning I walked over to M-35, held up a sign saying 'St Ignace', and stuck out my thumb. My first ride was a young man who was planning to combine his call to Christian ministry with his love of auto repair; he dropped me off in Gladstone, as he was heading north from there. My next ride was a middle-aged man who loved bird-watching; he took me only a few miles to Rapid River, as he was heading north from there. Even though I was standing between road construction barrels on a four-lane highway there, I got a ride fairly quickly from a lady who was in charge of safety inspections for... ummm... something, but I forget what now... all over Upper Michigan. She had some business to take care of in Manistique, so she dropped me off at Lakeview Park so I could take a skinny-dip in Lake Michigan while she did so. Even in July, the water was too frigid for this skinny guy, so my swim was rather short. Not too long after that she swung by and took me to St Ignace, where we stopped to grab some Subway for lunch. After a quick stop at the office in St Ignace, we headed south across the Straits of Mackinac and down I-75 and US-127. I had her drop me off at the junction with M-55, where I took a quick nap under an awning at the Houghton Lake Church of God. I changed my sign to 'Lake City', not entirely sure of what route I wanted to take from that point. My next ride was a couple who had three puppies that weren't potty-trained but rode in the back seat with me anyway. They took me over to Cadillac and then down US-131, stopping in Grand Rapids to patronize a head shop. From there, they took me to their hometown of Paw Paw. There, they got smoked up at a friends house, bought a marijuana-munchies snack at Wal-Mart, attempted to meet up with the puppies' owner, drove around town, basically wasted a few hours without much accomplished, then showed me where I could pitch my tent without being noticed by anybody. So I pitched my tent behind an old boxcar at the end of a old railroad spur, didn't bother with the rain fly because I was so tired, and then woke up the next morning drenched with dew. I headed over to the Interstate junction, washed my face in a gas station bathroom, changed my sign to 'Chicago', and was picked up by a Southern Baptist youth pastor in a Jeep Wrangler. He took me to a truck stop in Benton Harbor, but didn't leave till he'd bought me some fast food breakfast. Then I had the only long-ish wait for a ride of the trip, which was really only about 1½ hours—but in the July sun it felt longer. I had the upper-middle-aged man who picked me up drop me off at the Hazel Crest Metra station, just as a train was approaching. But one of his fishing hooks got stuck on my backpack and, by the time we got it unhooked, I had missed the train. While waiting for the next one, I watched those giant forklift things load 48-foot containers on rail flatcars nearby. Eventually another train came by, I headed downtown Chicago, walked over to Ogilvie Station, and got another Metra train back home to Wheaton. Not bad for a little less than two days.

2. In 2009 or 2010, I was a groomsman in the wedding of my own wedding's best man. The wedding was at Lakeside Inn, near Union Pier, MI. So my wife, our toddler, and I drove up from Wichita, with a cheap motel stay in Altoona IA along the way. We hit the Chicago suburbs at Friday afternoon rush hour, doing about 12 mph on average from where I-80 hits the Tri-State all the way to I-65. Traffic cleared at that point, and it was like someone pulled the rope on the chute at the rodeo. I was going 88 mph, and I wasn't even the fastest driver on the road. (No time travel, though, as this was a Dodge Grand Caravan, not a DMC.) The stay at Lakeside Inn wasn't all that pleasant because the guest list was full of families with small children who weren't used to sleeping away from home, and the rooms were not sound-proofed really at all. As a gift for standing at his wedding, my friend gave me a tube of Bigelow shaving cream. The return trip was much different: on a Sunday morning, I never really even let the speedo needle drop below 75 mph all the way across Illinois and Iowa. We drove straight through to Wichita that day. A few years later, when I embarked down the path of DE shaving, I found that tube of Bigelow, so that's what I started out with. It was a little dried out, but only near the cap; the rest was just fine to use.

If there was ever a real life story that needed Lindsay Buckingham's "Holiday Road" as a soundtrack, it would be this. But hitch hiking?

You needed some serious traveling wheels.

 

[tejolot3]

If there was ever a real life story that needed Lindsay Buckingham's "Holiday Road" as a soundtrack, it would be this. But hitch hiking?

You needed some serious traveling wheels.

Nah. I started hitchhiking out of necessity, but I occasionally continued for fun. There was a period of time when I owned a car but still hitchhiked to community college anyway.

 

[LRod]

Voskhod is on my top list of the worst blades I've tried!

 

[JAHE]

This blade was a heck of a dissapointment for me. Dull by definition.
But we are all different, there are even guys out there who get good shaves out of a Treet Black Beauty #thebutterknife

 

[Hawkweber]

I just finished a Tuck-at-a-Time with Voskhod, and yeah, not a very good blade for me. Lots of tugging and just barely got CCS- shaves out of them. And they didn't improve on second shaves. I will One-and-Done the remaining 4 tucks when they rotate in through my stock.

 

[P1C0]

Don't know guys, this was one of the first blades I tried back in 2017, and it was very very smooth. Then, every next package I tried was a catastrophe, I think things went south with the manufacturing.

 

[sm29]

Years ago I tried a 5 blade tuck and have never desired to use them again. If I recall they were relatively smooth but did not cut for me.

 

[pellidon]

An excellent case of YMMV. My travel kit is a Weshi TTO razor, Vokshod blades and Arko stick. It feels like I'm shaving without the blade but the result is near BBS. Same razor with a Bic Chrome is okay but nowhere near BBS and has slight feedback.

So one person's diamond is another's lump of coal. That makes this habit (hobby) fun and frustrating at the same time.