Papoutsanis – Aromatics – Tabac – Cedar and Amber Perfumed Soap

“The End”

In keeping with soap tradition, this one has like 17 names. I’m calling it… well, whatever, just not late for dinner. Or, perhaps. Since I bought the soap at Paul’s Omega family restaurant (or maybe it’s just Omega, now). When you buy your soap at the checkout of your family restaurant, your life is in order. Unfortunately, I’m not a “regular” at the Omega the way I used to be. For a while, there, back ’round the beginning of the century, that place was my art installation away from home. These days, however, I’m not eating out much, at diners, even breakfast. It was the worst of times, and then it got worse. Oh, well, if nothing else, I’m sure a ray of light will break through the clouds moments before the end, just to remind us of how much we fucked up. I’m not going to start smoking again, even though I’m currently suffering, in my copious soap dishes, two tobacco-scented soaps. This one is at least better than that other one, it’s not bad, its Greek manly—but it’s not inspiring my imagination the way some pipe tobacco, even in the package (or better in the package) does. Can’t smoke, though… but washing hands is eternal.

Soap Review No. 234