DIRTY SHIRLEY - CHERRY, HONEY, LOVE POTION
Consider this our one-night stand. We usually make historically-inspired botanical soaps — ancient recipes, centuries of history. Then Dirty Shirley walked into the bar, and honestly? Zero regrets. We are huge fans of the series. If you know, you know.
It smells intoxicating!
• Key ingredients: Cherry Blossom, Honey, Love Spell-style fragrance blend,
• Scent: sweet, fruity, luscious, decadent
• Attitude: completely unnecessary (that's the point)
• Format: hot-process bar soap, handmade in small batches
THE LORE
Dirty Shirley wears a tiara to breakfast, orders cocktails before noon, and silently questions the pedigree of everyone in the room. She smells like cherries, expensive trouble, and the sort of night that starts with “just one drink.”
By midnight, she is standing on a barstool in her tiara, loudly explaining why she is obviously the most qualified person to be in charge. Her increasingly exasperated companion is grumbling that this was supposed to be a simple evening. Somewhere behind them, something has exploded, the bartender has decided it’s above his pay grade, and a very large cat is staring at everyone with the unmistakable expression of someone deeply disappointed by the evening’s standards.
This is absolutely not what we normally do.
But sometimes one night is all you need.
DON’T. FORGET. THE. TIARA.
DIRTY SHIRLEY - CHERRY, HONEY, LOVE POTION
Consider this our one-night stand. We usually make historically-inspired botanical soaps — ancient recipes, centuries of history. Then Dirty Shirley walked into the bar, and honestly? Zero regrets. We are huge fans of the series. If you know, you know.
It smells intoxicating!
• Key ingredients: Cherry Blossom, Honey, Love Spell-style fragrance blend,
• Scent: sweet, fruity, luscious, decadent
• Attitude: completely unnecessary (that's the point)
• Format: hot-process bar soap, handmade in small batches
THE LORE
Dirty Shirley wears a tiara to breakfast, orders cocktails before noon, and silently questions the pedigree of everyone in the room. She smells like cherries, expensive trouble, and the sort of night that starts with “just one drink.”
By midnight, she is standing on a barstool in her tiara, loudly explaining why she is obviously the most qualified person to be in charge. Her increasingly exasperated companion is grumbling that this was supposed to be a simple evening. Somewhere behind them, something has exploded, the bartender has decided it’s above his pay grade, and a very large cat is staring at everyone with the unmistakable expression of someone deeply disappointed by the evening’s standards.
This is absolutely not what we normally do.
But sometimes one night is all you need.
DON’T. FORGET. THE. TIARA.
