Authentic African Black Soap

The Adventurer, Vernon Wade

Vernon was born in the Pacific Northwest and still lives in the shadow of Mt. Hood, near the small town where he grew up. Vernon has spent decades wandering the hills, hunting mushrooms, camping and riding motorcycles into the remotest nooks and crannies to be found in the region.

I was given a jug of Authentic  African Black Soap for Christmas.  Gentle and fairly sourced, it is supposed to be the best for washing everything.

I have been  excitedly waiting for the McFarlanes to bring it to me from California. I haven’t washed anything, saving myself for this new miracle soap.

This morning I washed everything! I am clean as a whistle! My skin glows with the alabaster sheen of a sixty-nine year old white Oregon man in the dead of winter. You should see me (but only a select few will have the honor of that experience.)

The soap is a watery molasses color, unremarkable in smell, with no heavy scent or fragrance.

It dissolves dirt and body oil without harshness and left my hair silky clean and my skin smooth  and shiny.

Thanks, Santa!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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