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Scent, Scent, I love you, Please Stay - Yin and Yang Soap

It's addictive, I tell you. This soaping thing. lol

It is no wonder some 'soapers' who make soaps just for fun end up with more soap than they have bacteria and dirt to wash off their bodies. And eventually, they turn it into a business so that they can continue soaping without bankrupting their bank accounts.


I have always been intrigued by some soapers' ability to color their soaps so prettily. Me, not so talented. Who knows, if I continue with this hobby, I might get good.

Anyway, made a small batch of charcoal and Himalayan salt soap. Most people make a 1kg soap every time they have a go at it. I prefer to do a 500g batch instead.

The focus this time round is the rose scent I put into this cold press soap. The biggest complaint about cold press soaps is that there is no scent or they smell like some oil that you would put into a bowl of salad. I have gotten used to smelling like salad but hey, no harm trying (and risk wasting perfectly good essential oil) to put some smell into that bar of soap.

These are in their 3rd day of curing so, we have about 27 days to go before we know if the rose essential oil survived the curing process. If it does, then I am gonna fist pump and say to the Universe, 'Santa Maria, I GOT THE POWER!!!'

Creeping one day nearer to another weekend,
XOXO,
Marsha

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