2024-02-24
Rudy Vey Horn 2-band D01 ¤ Gillette Slim Twist + Lea
Lea Stick ¤ Lea ASB ¤ Baldessarini Nautic Spirit EDT
Rudy Vey Horn 2-band D01 ¤ Gillette Slim Twist + Lea
Lea Stick ¤ Lea ASB ¤ Baldessarini Nautic Spirit EDT
Pure poetry my friend. Wonderful shave and very eloquent gear! I cannot wait for Dune 3 on March 1st!!Sunday's (tonight's) SciFi shave is dedicated to Dune...
On the windswept sands of Arrakis, a ritual unfolds, not of spice harvesting but of self-transformation. In the mirror are the eyes of Paul Atreides, no longer a young Duke's son, but M'aud Dib, the Fremen Messiah. At hand, the Homelike Tiaga, a brutal blade, a potent symbol of the ruthless Harkonnens, known for their cunning, ambition, power, and treachery, now wielded for a different purpose. Its cold, industrial bite is a reminder of the harsh realities of the Dune universe.
To its side is the product of the Space Guild, a stand showing the folded and collapsed spacetime of stars and emptiness, a silent testament to the navigators who navigate the stars, their machinations ever-present, that returned to Arrakis the Harkonnens and their Sardaukar allies, the Emperor's elite military forces, renowned for their exceptional combat skills and loyalty to the Emperor.
The granite bowl, heavy and unyielding, mirrors the hidden sietches carved into the rock, a haven for the Fremen, a symbol of their resilience. Within it swirls a Melange lather, the Barrister & Mann creation capturing the essence of the Spice. This powerful and coveted substance is the lifeblood of the universe, a reminder of the power to control.
The Razorock Monster brush evokes the spirit of "Shai-Hulud," the giant sandworms of the endless dunes, whispering secrets of the desert and guarding its depths.
Beneath it all, a hidden influence spreads. Shave Secret, the oil of the Padishah Emperor and representative of his insidious and far-reaching influence, serves as a reminder of the forces to manipulate, the strings to pull in the intricate dance of power. And finally, the Bloc Osma Alum, a Bene Gesserit truthteller, ready to reveal the hidden machinations and consequences, the unseen forces at play.
But the Feather Hi-Stainless razor blade holds the true weight of destiny. Forged in the heart of the desert, it mirrored the Fremens' crysknife—a weapon both feared and revered. The Fremens' crysknife, formed from the tooth of Shai-Hulud, "Grandfather of the Desert," held its own mystique. Just as the crysknife was revered for its sharpness and resilience, the Feather blade promised a shave of unparalleled closeness and finesse. It whispers of the Fremen's unwavering will and adaptability. As the blade touched skin, it whispered promises of transformation, of becoming more than mere flesh and bone.
Each stroke of the Tiaga carves away the excess, not just of beard, but of doubt, of fear. This is not just shaving whiskers. This is shaping destiny.
The air carried the heady scent of Melange, the Spice that fueled the universe. Barrister & Mann had captured its essence in their soap, splash, and balm. With each stroke, the Shaver awakens—the one who could see the threads of fate—imbibed the Spice. It flowed through his veins, unlocking hidden knowledge and revealing paths unseen by others.
As blood mingled with the Spice, and visions danced before closed eyes. Alliances were forged and broken, and worlds rose and fell, converging toward a singular point—the BBS shave. The Shaver transcended time and space as the blade glided, glimpsing alternate realities. This shave—the fulcrum of existence—balanced on the precipice, each choice rippled through eternity, shaping destinies.
And so, with each stroke, he whispered incantations—the litany against fear, the words of power. The blade carved not only hair but also fate. The Harkonnens trembled, the Space Guild faltered, and Shaddam's grip wavered. The universe held its breath.
The lather thins, revealing the smooth landscape of skin and a reflection of an inner vision. This shaving ritual has opened a new path. The melange scent lingers, a promise of power, of change. The desert wind whispers, "Kwisatz Haderach." The players have been manipulated, and the future has been reshaped. Like the sun rising over the dunes, the Fremen will emerge victorious, not just with a BBS shave, but with the universe's fate.
Now, in the mirror, are the eyes of the Kwisatz Haderach—the culmination of prophecy. The BBS shave was complete. Blood mingled with Spice, and so began the future, a blade-sharp edge between worlds.
Tonight, the Badger and Blade board would know: The sandworms of Arrakis had birthed their Kwisatz Haderach, and the universe would never be the same.
And so, as the last remnants of lather were rinsed away, the echoes of Arrakis and the power struggles of the Dune universe lingered in the air. This shave had woven together the realms of science fiction and wet shaving, creating a tapestry of intrigue, symbolism, and a shave that transcended mere routine.
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“It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future” - my favorite Dune quote