June 25, 2024
- Brush: Commonwealth 'CW' Badger, purchased on Ebay
- Razor: Fatip Piccolo Slant Closed Comb
- Blade: Gillette - Nacet
- Lather: MacDuff’s - Santa’s Cheer
- Post Shave: Barrister & Mann - Spice
- Fragrance: Profumum Roma - Arso
MacDuff’s Santa’s Cheer is the second of two smushes kindly sent to me by u/Priusaurus! This was my first ever use of a MacDuff’s soap. The soap smells like an amazing gingerbread muffin. Good lather, and one of the most pleasant spicy scents I’ve tried. The choice of B&M Spice was to complement the warn, rich, spicy notes in the MacDuff’s soap—above all the nutmeg. In contrast, Arso by Profumum (or Profvmvm) Roma emphasizes the evergreen side of winter scents, with pronounced notes of pine and cedar.
Behold a painting of pine trees in mist, one of pair of folding screens, painted near the end of the sixteenth century by Hasegawa Tõhaku.
“That man hatless."
I misplaced my pimp hat & ensemble. Really I looked everywhere for it. Next time.
As penance, here’s a harrowing assessment of an anonymous hatless man.
Pick a man, any man. That man there. See him. That man hatless. You know his opinion of the world. You can read it in his face, in his stance. Yet his complaint that a man’s life is no bargain masks the actual case with him. Which is that men will not do as he wishes them to. Never have done, never will do. That’s the way of things with him and his life is so balked about by difficulty and become so altered of its intended architecture that he is little more than a walking hovel hardly fit to house the human spirit at all. Can he say, such a man, that there is no malign thing set against him? That there is no power and no force and no cause? What manner of heretic could doubt agency and claimant alike? Can he believe that the wreckage of his existence is unentailed? No liens, no creditors? That the gods of vengeance and of compassion alike lie sleeping in their crypt and whether our cries are for an accounting or for the destruction of the ledgers altogether they must evoke only the same silence and that it is this silence which will prevail? To whom is he talking, man? Cant you see him?
--Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
#ROTY