The complexities of the world of soap are not to be underestimated. Last time I was talking about harmony. Today I want to introduce you to the concept of counterpoint, but in soapish form. The subject of this technical disquisition is a bar we received as a gift on Christmas Eve, Le Petit Marseillais Savon Brut (Sans parfum). It is a very creamy soap, so creamy that you feel that your skin is being enriched with every touch, that every new lathering takes you a step further towards glowing health.
The thing is, though, that when you first start out with the Savon Brut, it's so big, you feel like you're holding a brick. And that's where the counterpoint kicks in. Who ever heard of a creamy brick? If you're wielding a brick in the bath, are you intending violence? But if the brick is enriching your skin and doing heaven knows what to your pores, how can you be anything other than a man or woman of peace? This is a bar, consequently, that teaches you the meaning of worldly dissonance and even occasional contradiction. Clean as you may be stepping out of the tub, that is never a wasted lesson. (Thanks: @bombaylychee.)
[For links to the rest of the series go to the the soap dish.]
