After the international outcry in regards to my last post I'll tell you the honest truth.
I was done with this hobby turned bad. I decided to burn all my soap bars.
I stacked them all into a large pile in my 1910 claw foot bathtub. Shoving a few of my Midwife Farmwife soap labels under and around the pile I struck a match and lit the mountain of Egg yolk-lavender-Javawood (my favorite and the hardest to say goodbye to) Patchouli Oatmeal and yes, even the source of all controversy, my SUPER NOVA soap.
I stood back. At first just a few whiffs of scent. Then a full blown bonfire of essential oils dripping through Mango butter and Babassu oils creating a purple haze of color. Suddenly the aroma shifted. The smoky base note mixed with the Clary Sage-Geranium bar or was it the Sandalwood Coffee bar ? Anyway the scent became magically unreal, ethereal, surreal and really uh...good.
What have I done ?!?! Quick as a middle aged, chubbified, Yaya can move I turned on the bathtub faucets and frantically splashed water over my pile of angry fire. That's when it happened. Even thinking about it now I am bereft. The fire went out and the soap...the soap...the soap began to bubble. Softly at first and then picking up speed as the water trickled through the kitty wampus stacked bars, bubbles just bubbled up every where crawling up the sides of the tub in an attempt to escape the still searing heat. I stood back. Silent in awe as the tub began to overflow with water and bubbles and the scent of charcoal Jasmine and raw cream.
What to do ? What to do ?
I took a bath.
|Photo from Google. Choosen because it looks just like me|
The best bath of my life.