Rhody
I'm a Lumberjack.
So spot on and hilariousThis is so appropriate for my shave yesterday. I bought a sample size bottle of Veg to satisfy my own curiosity about two months ago. Since I wasn't leaving the house yesterday I figured it was probably the best opportunity I was going to get to try it out. While my lovely wife slept softly, I thoroughly enjoyed the quiet relaxation of my Sunday morning shave with my new to me birth year/quarter black handle super speed. It was a very nice smooth shave followed with a splash of the Veg.
As I went about my business and brushed my teeth, the fumes from the Veg wafted up around my nose creating mass confusion with my senses. Initially, I had a very brief flash back of times, as a child of about 10, that I visited my sweet great grandmother in the nursing home. There was always such a confusing smell in the halls of the nursing home. I think most of you know the smell I am talking about so I won't go into detail but this is what I was getting from the Veg. My second thought was, where in the world is the lilac! The spring time bloom of the lilacs is one of my favorite spring smells of all times along with Lilly of the Valleys. There is no lilac in this repulsive concoction no matter what anyone says. It had to go and it had to go now.
I didn't set a timer or look at the clock when I put this stuff on my face but I am fairly confident in saying it was only on for about 2 minutes before I was reaching for the nearest cleanser that my wife keeps in the shower (only because it was closer than my Neutrogena face wash). After scrubbing profusely for what seemed like 4-5 minutes I reached for my Crown Shaving AS which is warm and spicy and has some pretty good staying power. I keep this is a small spray bottle and usually 2-3 pumps is more than adequate but I laid it on heavy with 5 heavy pumps of the spray bottle to attempt to cover any residuals that may seep through. There must have been some trapped in my nostrils because as the day passed every once in a while I would catch just the slightest whiff of the Veg reminding me that something needed to be done with the bottle.
Now, I am left with the decision, do I PIF this tiny bottle of "joy" (insert sarcasm here) or do spare an unsuspecting recipient the experience of a lifetime and place it in the circular receptacle in the corner never to be seen again. I am leaning towards the latter.
I had a very similar reaction. The veg stunk up my garbage disposal for a day or so
So you can appreciate the Clubman days more. 
