“The thing about real life is that important events don’t announce themselves.
Trumpets don’t blow, drums don’t beat to let you know you are going to meet the most important person you’ve ever met, or read the most important thing you are ever going to read, or have the most important conversation you are ever going to have, or spend the most important week you are ever going to spend.
Usually something that is going to change your whole life is a memory before you can stop and be impressed about it.
You don’t usually have a chance to get excited about that sort of thing…ahead of time!”
Tis the season of love, so celebrate with this outstandingly romantic bar of swirly fruity sweetness. This is a beautiful bar, ‘from the depths of ruby red bliss love sprints forth’. Deep raspberry and passion’s pink mix and swirl to make a beautiful expression. The Pink swirl is mixed with rose clay , not to be confused with pink clay, ours is true Rose Clay. Gentle enough for the most sensitive skin, this clay will draw out toxins from delicate skin while lightly exfoliating. Deep raspberry is colored with all natural organic beet powder
Transluscent and organic, it is jewel like. It looks like a chunk of precious stone was cut into slabs to reveal its beauty. With a dressing of real rose petals on her head, she awaits.
Artfully created, intense and passionate, these are 4oz bars with beautiful berry fragrance with hints of cherry. This is not a shy bar. Vegan? Vegan!
Franz Joseph Haydn-Serenade
The Wild Swans at Coole
The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty Swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes when I awake some day To find they have flown away? W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.
Beautiful japanese tea rose, delicate blend of green tea and spicy heirloom rose, this soap is fabulous. Hand crafted cold process soap, artisan created in small batches. Beautiful cold process soap, time has aged this soap like fine wine to mellow into an intoxicating bathing bar, moisturizing and gentle.
I wish you could smell this, as a matter of fact I'll slice you a sample if you wish, just send me a self addressed stamped envelope. Drop me a line on Etsy!(Leave me a note in the comments section if you don't have an etsy account)
All bars are over 4oz. Created from scratch to pamper and nourish your skin, it contains luxurious ingredients for moisturizing madness. Vegan? Vegan.I am happy to try to ship anywhere, if you are outside of the United States, please inquire about shipping cost.
“The thing about real life is that important events don’t announce themselves.
Usually something that is going to change your whole life is a memory before you can stop and be impressed about it. 
