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The Saga of the Ugly French Razor
Gentlemen:
Sometimes Lady Luck gives us a big smooch and we shuffle off, howling like a drunken sailor from Salamanca. It happened to me recently when a friend, a master of the straight razor, gave me a rusty and stained French razor to bring to life. The thing looked as if it came from a swamp. No idea about the razor's maker, except that it was French, with a number on the shank. We called it the Ugly French razor. I honed it and sanitized it. And I shaved with it.
The razor took an incredible edge. Unbelievable. The first shave was pure silk. I sent it to my friend and asked him to clean and polish it as best he could. Afterwards I re-honed it and shaved with it. Still magnificent. The razor is an 11/16 wedge with a French point. It still has some stains and nicks, which give it the perfect identity for an old timer with the sure step of a champion. Indeed, Lady Luck gave me a big smooch.
Have you straight razor gentlemen had a visit from Lady Luck?
Here are photos of my Ugly French razor: