life goal: infamous recluse
Back in the summer of 2023, I had been pouring through the Early English Books Online database (as one does), and came across William Salmon's Polygraphice (1673)--within which I found the following: "VI. To rectifie the Breath..."
The thing about trying to Frankenstein a lavender soap out of bits and pieces of a bunch of historical recipes...
The time has come for some actual pomatum and 100% less fun with fire (as the prophecy foretold).
So remember that time. When I thought it was a good idea. To try and make a new soap in the later hours of my evening.
Or apothecary, same difference.
As I sit here with the luxurious scent of soap I bought in London gently wending its way from betwixt the too-weak atoms of the quart-sized freezer bag I've unceremoniously shoved them into, I think to myself: Yes, good, *this* is the atmosphere I need to relay more *Soap Adventures.*
For the last several months I've had a single lone section of my front page left unlinked and forlorn-- BUT NO LONGER.
Doing primary source research sometimes leads to spectacular finds. In an 1809 volume of The Lady's Magazine, I came across... well, a science fiction story.
Katherine Crighton 