In my 67 summers stalking this planet, I have found a few truths about shaving: electric is for sheep, not men; you only need one blade; real men use shaving soap, not that **** from a can. Once the conclusions sink in to the meanest intelligence (viz., my own), the need for a good shaving brush becomes obvious.
Now badger brushes of every ilk probably have their place and aficions, so there’s room for everyone. This geezer started with bristle and will likely keel over at the sink, face first into the Proraso Green bowl, clutching his Omega brush tightly to the end.
This here brush is the classic tool for the committed wet shaver. It starts it career a bit stiffish, with just a hint of pigskin to assuage the user of its organic origins. It lathers the hardest soap with ease with enough backbone to work it into that Nixon-type, 5:00 Shadow for that BBS, prepubescent texture to spring on that first date. Nor does it shed excessively, making one wonder if a new nose hair trimmer should be worked into the budget.
This Omega brush is a fine tool for the gentleman’s morning
toilette and can be expected to age like a fine wine for years of service. I only purchased a new one as I inadvertently left my trusted shaving companion behind on Christmas vacation! Worse than having to buy a new car because the state banned the old workhorse from the highways…
Anyway, cough up for this puppy; it’s worth missing a couple good cigars to own. You geezers that like a fine 70-ring stinkador can appreciate the sentiment. The “Who was Captain Kangaroo? crowd May one day understand as well—or not. Us Boomers will have mastered the wry smile by now, so indulge. And snag one of these before the Woke cancels them.