Anyway, so while developing new soaps, I came across a fragrance that automatically took me to the Victorian Era in England. It smelled like what I imagine an old English gentleman's study would smell like; leather chairs, bound books, wood furniture, tea, a little pipe tobacco. In an instant, in my imagination, Dr. Watson came into the scene. And it hit me, this is exactly what Watson's study would smell like. And because he's a doctor and likes to study, his library. So the soap, Watson's Library, was born.
I still had to figure out the colors. It wasn't too hard, thinking of the elements that made up the fragrance. There was leather, books, tobacco...brown, black, and red came to mind.
And so, my good friends (said with English accent), that is how we came to the naming of Watson's Library. You also now know my weakness for all things relating to the amazing perceptive abilities of one Sherlock Holmes.
Every soap has a story.
|Saponification, my dear Watson.|