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The Barber of Desert Spring
In 1849, at the time of the American gold rush, many 49ers (gold prospectors) made their way through the Mojave Desert and the Valley of Death. The landscape maps were very inaccurate at that time.
William had been a barber at St. Albans in Vermont in the north of the USA. Then he was seized by gold fever. He joined other prospectors and moved south. On the Green River he drove with the others on an old ferry southwest. At Fort Utah in Provo, William met Walkara, the great Shoshoni chief. William offered to shave them to the Indians, but they had no beard growth. Walkara therefore considered William a joker and offered him free escort. The Indians also sold the prospectors water and dried meat. In December 1849, the gold prospectors marched into the desert of the Great Basin between the Sierra Nevada and the Wasatch chain, equipped in this way. It was bitterly cold. But a desert wouldn't be a desert if it weren't dry. For three weeks, the gold prospectors were lolling around in circles because their cards weren't right (see also "Memoirs Of A Trespasser"). Then they finally reached Desert Spring. The spring there, after which the few houses were named, was located on an old Indian horse thief path. William drank from the spring and decided to stay there. He built himself a little house and opened his barber shop in it. He didn't have a lot of customers but good relationships with the Indians for whom he gave stand-up comedy shows every Friday telling jokes about beards. He spent all his Indian wars undisturbed. Decades later a trade route (Twenty-mule team) led through Desert Spring and he could finally shave (many) other people. It is said that he died smiling in 1888 at a ripe old age while pulling his razor off his leather strop.
Chiseled Face is a one-man project by a shaving enthusiast (Ron Wiebe). Ghost Town Barber is said to be the usual male barbershop scent with a western theme, according to the official website. Ron Wiebe was inspired to create this fragrance by a western show in a ghost town.
Ghost Town Barber opens the saloon door with a strong smell of leather, but different from the perfumed gloves of the French ladies. It smells like leather saddle. You can also smell the delicate scent of shaving soap, in which bergamot and basil are in homeopathic proportions. Later, powder steam lies over the village square and smoke signals announce the latest news.
Ghost Town Barber lasts me four hours at the most, and it's an eau de parfum. The projection is not very strong, so you can't disturb anyone by smelling as if you just came from Ponderosa Ranch (Bonanza). The price-performance ratio is okay, apart from the fact that it's American stuff you can only get to if you want to traipse to customs or know someone who knows someone. You can wear Ghost Town Barber all year round. To go out it is perhaps a little bit free of meaning because of the small projection. Rodeo is an ideal sport. You can wear that stuff as a woman, too. I'm the proof. At my age, you get whiskers anyway. I'm definitely not going to shave with a razor.
William had been a barber at St. Albans in Vermont in the north of the USA. Then he was seized by gold fever. He joined other prospectors and moved south. On the Green River he drove with the others on an old ferry southwest. At Fort Utah in Provo, William met Walkara, the great Shoshoni chief. William offered to shave them to the Indians, but they had no beard growth. Walkara therefore considered William a joker and offered him free escort. The Indians also sold the prospectors water and dried meat. In December 1849, the gold prospectors marched into the desert of the Great Basin between the Sierra Nevada and the Wasatch chain, equipped in this way. It was bitterly cold. But a desert wouldn't be a desert if it weren't dry. For three weeks, the gold prospectors were lolling around in circles because their cards weren't right (see also "Memoirs Of A Trespasser"). Then they finally reached Desert Spring. The spring there, after which the few houses were named, was located on an old Indian horse thief path. William drank from the spring and decided to stay there. He built himself a little house and opened his barber shop in it. He didn't have a lot of customers but good relationships with the Indians for whom he gave stand-up comedy shows every Friday telling jokes about beards. He spent all his Indian wars undisturbed. Decades later a trade route (Twenty-mule team) led through Desert Spring and he could finally shave (many) other people. It is said that he died smiling in 1888 at a ripe old age while pulling his razor off his leather strop.
Chiseled Face is a one-man project by a shaving enthusiast (Ron Wiebe). Ghost Town Barber is said to be the usual male barbershop scent with a western theme, according to the official website. Ron Wiebe was inspired to create this fragrance by a western show in a ghost town.
Ghost Town Barber opens the saloon door with a strong smell of leather, but different from the perfumed gloves of the French ladies. It smells like leather saddle. You can also smell the delicate scent of shaving soap, in which bergamot and basil are in homeopathic proportions. Later, powder steam lies over the village square and smoke signals announce the latest news.
Ghost Town Barber lasts me four hours at the most, and it's an eau de parfum. The projection is not very strong, so you can't disturb anyone by smelling as if you just came from Ponderosa Ranch (Bonanza). The price-performance ratio is okay, apart from the fact that it's American stuff you can only get to if you want to traipse to customs or know someone who knows someone. You can wear Ghost Town Barber all year round. To go out it is perhaps a little bit free of meaning because of the small projection. Rodeo is an ideal sport. You can wear that stuff as a woman, too. I'm the proof. At my age, you get whiskers anyway. I'm definitely not going to shave with a razor.
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