Funny how I'm always writing reviews on here about the various restaurants I've eaten at, always looking for the next great thing to taste. Seems like in the process of stimulating all my other senses, I neglected to take into consideration my sense of smell. I always ignored this "girly" little shop and didn't pay much notice even as a window shopper later on, but that all changed when I decided to grab a Ginger Bear soap bar as a gift one day.
Ginger Bear is the best fucking thing I have ever smelled in my life. Ever. It kind of smells like a tray full of fresh-baked gingerbread cookies, possibly baked by a consortium of 1000 of Europe's finest German grandmothers. I look forward to bowel movements just so I can get to wash my hands with a slice of this olfactory crack. And it permeates its wonderful odor throughout what used to be a very unpleasant bathroom, lifting my spirits whenever I am nearby.
The bar of soap is seemingly neverending. It's as big as two regular bars of soap and would wear down very slowly if it didn't cause me to wash my hands 3 times every time I use the bathroom. All this for $5...I don't think I'm ever going back to normal soap.