Terranova47 sent me a link to a bubble bath auction. Mostly mice, there's also a 1990's SPV! Now empty, Spectrum is Clean!
Have you any interesting toiletries like this readers? Soaps, bubble baths, talc?
Terranova47 sent me a link to a bubble bath auction. Mostly mice, there's also a 1990's SPV! Now empty, Spectrum is Clean!
Have you any interesting toiletries like this readers? Soaps, bubble baths, talc?
Still no evidence of the Tarheel brand yet, so I went back to source and that very first image. The Worthpoint sale gave up two further pictures.
So, taking all this into account I'm now sure that this Tarheel Holdings of Australia are a completely different firm to the old Tarheel plastics company from Tarboro, USA, who released Project SWORD toys in the US.
So, who are/ were Tarheel Holdings of Australia?
I saw this in a charity shop for £3 and I could feel the lathery memories soaping up my face as I photographed it!
I must have bought my old Dad at least two of these over the years when I was a kid. They made ideal Dad prezzies at Christmas. I imagine my Mum got them for me to give him maybe on offer at British Home Stores.
Poor Dad. I got Captain Laser and he got a wet shave for Christmas!
The cup, pictured, usually came with a thick shaving brush. Old Spice did one too and the cup is a thing of beauty with the old galleon sailing the foam!
How it seems just yesterday when these cups where in every bathroom!
Did you have in in your house? What else was on your parents' bathroom shelf?
Never really getting any for Christmas from my folks or family, I've never been big on after shave and cologne.
In fact it would have been in my late teens when I was most interested in smelling nice socially without the desire to shower regularly. Even back then though, only two scents were in my frequent employ.
Eau Sauvage - or Savage Water was probably the closest I ever got to being fragrant in a sort of blokey way. I used to spray this stuff onto my neck on Friday night's when I went out on the razz and had couple of beers. It had a sort of lemony citrussy smell, which wasn't too bad. My older Sister Rene got me my first bottle.
Of much greater significance was patchouli oil. This was a lifestyle aroma and the lifestyle I had was late 1970's hippy. Patchouli was a dab of Mother Earth and I enjoyed its niff immensely. Dabbing it on was an act of protest in itself and back in those days I was a big protester.
Not only did I enjoy wearing it but I was enticed by the opposite sex who wore it. Like a long-haired pheromone, patchouli wearers would seek each other out in the crowded bars of late night Lancashire like badgers, attracted by the promise of all-night debates on the meaning of existence and heavy petting on beanbags to a soft soundtrack of Camel and Neil Young. How I miss patchouli.
Much later in life in my forties I did dabble with Brut and Old Spice for work, those stalwarts of the Sixties scent industry, clinging on like dinosaur musk and worn by my own Dad and older brothers when I was in nappies. Splashing them all over, as old 'Enery would say, was like putting vinegar on chips. It felt nostalgic.
I sort of gave up on all of it in my fifties as I was convinced it triggered allergies. I now rely on a decent soap like Dove to give me an acceptable nose during the day.
Did you get cologne or toiletries for Christmas in your teens readers?
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For MJ!
The funniest cologne scene ever!