The evening wash

There is a version of the evening where you fall into bed with the day still on your face. And there is a slower version, where washing your face is the line you draw between the day and the night.

We are partial to the second one. Warm water, a bar worked into a soft cream, twenty unhurried seconds, a rinse. It takes almost no time, and yet it reliably feels like the moment the day is set down.

None of this requires our bar, of course. But if you are going to do the small ceremony anyway, it may as well be with a beautiful object. That, more than anything, is what we set out to make.