This goat's milk soap is softening , nourishing , and sensual. It's perfect for the body, face, and hair. Its delicious, balsamic, and almond scent will be a pure delight for your skin!
100 g
Recently in Eastman, villagers discovered the disappearance of heritage items: the sundial from the Parc du temps qui passe (Park of Passing Time), a section of railway track from Mr. Sweet's property, the white cross from Chemin des Diligences (Stagecoach Road), among others. Consternation reigns in the heart of the village; no leads have yet been found to explain these strange thefts.
The village soap maker is worried. He's afraid his cast-iron cauldron or his Bath Gnomes might be stolen, which he wouldn't find funny at all. The decision is clear: he'll stand guard in the Soap Factory. That very first night, an impressive sound of wings flapping in the wind can be heard. Bursts of flame illuminate the air like lightning, and the soap maker discovers a magnificent yellow and red dragon soaring about. The noble beast roars in displeasure, sniffing nervously, searching for something to appease the burning fire of its endless hunger. But in vain.
The next day, tormented by his nocturnal odyssey, the Soap Maker went down to the village and recounted having seen, with his own eyes, a dragon. He assured everyone that the beast was very likely to return. But no one believed a word of his story! The poor soap maker went back home, resigned to standing guard alone once more.
That night, his ears more alert than ever, he heard voices coming from the soap storeroom. By the light of his lantern, he made out red caps. They were Gnomes cheerfully filling bags, choosing only coriander and bergamot-scented soaps. He approached on tiptoe, and everything became clear: the Gnomes were stocking up on soap to feed the dragon.
The following evening, the Soap Maker had thought things through and showed up with a plan. He had concocted a recipe for "Special Cuvée" soaps , which he left lying around before going to hide. The dragon wasted no time in showing its blazing nostrils, which followed the scent trail. The dragon greedily devoured every last bar of soap it could find. The result was swift; the fresh, still caustic soap gave it terrible stomach cramps. It tried to fly away, and with each cramp, flashing flames ripped through the air.
It was at this moment that the Soap Maker chose to emerge from his hiding place and approach the Dragon to strike a deal. He made the Dragon promise to stop stealing the heritage items, and in exchange, he would supply him with harmless soaps. The ailing monster gratefully accepted.
And so it is that, in Eastman, currents of coriander and bergamot float in the air on certain evenings.
