Because of a great PIF By Thunderball for his 1K post milestone, I received some Feathers straight from Japan. Domo arigato, Thunderball!
I admit, after reading all about the fabled Feather of Doom here on B&B, there was a slight apprehension even as the logical side of my brain told me that anything truly nasty wouldn't be popular.
My boys were pretty excited to see an envelope from Japan, and when I told them that the blades were supposed to be the sharpest on the planet, they were all excited. Mega-sharp stuff from Japan, what could be cooler than that? Well, maybe watching Godzilla and Mothra go at it armed with Feathers, but only by a little.
Time for the shave.
I almost loaded one in my Husky Handled Tech, to go with the combo that Darjeeling Express recommends, but I confess I chickened out and went for the security blanket that is my 40's SuperSpeed. I washed up with the Palmer's olive oil soap, face lathered with Tabac and waited a couple minutes for the soap to soften up the beard.
Well, it was time to put the infamous blade to my ugly mug. I'll admit I went back to the basics - careful strokes, letting the razor do the work and thinking about what I was doing. The first surprise was the complete lack of "It was so sharp I didn't hear or feel the WTG pass taking off the whiskers" that I'd read about...the Feather was certainly mowing 'em down, and I could hear it! In fact, the whole shave could be described as smooth but assertive.
First pass, no weeper, cuts, nicks, bleeders, spurters, amputations or beheadings. Whew!
At this point I was joined by the nine year old, who wanted to "Shave with Dad". I was delighted, of course, but the added distraction of Mr. Million Questions breaking out and employing his kit might make the rest of the shave a little more challenging.
The only cut I got was cutting to the chase at this point in the story. Pass two and three: Uneventful, careful, great shave. A little witch hazel, Bigelow Bay Rum Balm and Cologne and Dad is smooooooth, relaxed and lightly scented. Ahhh, bliss.
I had heard that there was a demon out there in those Feathers, and only a shaver with the Right Stuff could face them and live.
I now don't think that's true, and the only thing on the edge of those little envelopes is an enjoyable shave that commands and rewards respect. Still, borrowing a stick of Beeman's before you try them can't hurt.
I admit, after reading all about the fabled Feather of Doom here on B&B, there was a slight apprehension even as the logical side of my brain told me that anything truly nasty wouldn't be popular.
My boys were pretty excited to see an envelope from Japan, and when I told them that the blades were supposed to be the sharpest on the planet, they were all excited. Mega-sharp stuff from Japan, what could be cooler than that? Well, maybe watching Godzilla and Mothra go at it armed with Feathers, but only by a little.
Time for the shave.
I almost loaded one in my Husky Handled Tech, to go with the combo that Darjeeling Express recommends, but I confess I chickened out and went for the security blanket that is my 40's SuperSpeed. I washed up with the Palmer's olive oil soap, face lathered with Tabac and waited a couple minutes for the soap to soften up the beard.
Well, it was time to put the infamous blade to my ugly mug. I'll admit I went back to the basics - careful strokes, letting the razor do the work and thinking about what I was doing. The first surprise was the complete lack of "It was so sharp I didn't hear or feel the WTG pass taking off the whiskers" that I'd read about...the Feather was certainly mowing 'em down, and I could hear it! In fact, the whole shave could be described as smooth but assertive.
First pass, no weeper, cuts, nicks, bleeders, spurters, amputations or beheadings. Whew!
At this point I was joined by the nine year old, who wanted to "Shave with Dad". I was delighted, of course, but the added distraction of Mr. Million Questions breaking out and employing his kit might make the rest of the shave a little more challenging.
The only cut I got was cutting to the chase at this point in the story. Pass two and three: Uneventful, careful, great shave. A little witch hazel, Bigelow Bay Rum Balm and Cologne and Dad is smooooooth, relaxed and lightly scented. Ahhh, bliss.
I had heard that there was a demon out there in those Feathers, and only a shaver with the Right Stuff could face them and live.
I now don't think that's true, and the only thing on the edge of those little envelopes is an enjoyable shave that commands and rewards respect. Still, borrowing a stick of Beeman's before you try them can't hurt.
) glad to hear you enjoyed them. Have a great Father's Day!! 
