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Bacon Soap (OMFG it's bacon!)
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Bacon Soap

Price : $13.95

Bacon soap is backordered until 10/15. If we are able to make more before then, I will ship all backordered orders first, then will fulfill new orders. (in other words, you should order some anyways if you really want bacon soap)

OMFG IT’S BACON SOAP. It looks like bacon and it smells like bacon, but it tastes nothing like bacon and is quite cleansing! Who doesn’t love BACON?!! Even your dogs will be delighted to get a bath in this realistic-smelling meaty slab o’ soap (the slice marks are just imprints… it’s one solid bar)!

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OMFG IT’S BACON SOAP. It looks like bacon and it smells like bacon, but it tastes nothing like bacon and is quite cleansing! Who doesn’t love BACON?!! Even your dogs will be delighted to get a bath in this realistic-smelling meaty slab o’ soap (the slice marks are just imprints… it’s one solid bar)!

No pigs were harmed in the making of this soap.

Our soaps are formulated with an all-vegan combination of oils that is both delightfully sudsy in the shower and leaves your skin silky smooth and, if you wish, sooooo kissable (though we’re not getting all up in your boundaries). We make them with love and laughter in order to bring the best of ourselves to you.

Every order is combined in a rustic, gift-worthy burlap bag and includes one of our bumper stickers.

If this is a gift for someone other than yourself and you’d like us to include a note, put that in the order notes section when you order. We’ll hand write it in our attempt at a legible note.

Ingredients: Coconut oil, avocado oil, castor oil, olive oil, distilled water, sodium hydroxide, fragrance oil, and coloring.

All our soaps are handmade and, as a result, may have some minor cosmetic and weight differences.

 

Weight 5.5 oz
Dimensions 4 x 2.5 x 1.5 in

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Nothing smells better than bacon. This soap brings back childhood memories.

As a child, I recall waking up in Sunday mornings to the smells of bacon frying in the kitchen. A sleepy half coherent “husky” boy in a stupor lying beneath the covers, tickled to semi-alertness by the smell of pig in a pan.

A heavy cast iron frying pan blackened and encrusted with flavor and character from years of dutiful service, nearly one half inch deep in bacon grease, frying up crispy, delicious, salty, porcine, bacon. Only to be followed by eggs floated gingerly into the greasy lake so as not to ripple the waters of heaven. As if floating weightless in the arterial prohibitive, pond-like goodness of grease. Popping and spattering like a de-tuned two cycle engine. Globules of grease flying through the air, sticking to, and stinging the skin. A welcomed sacrifice to receive these scars of homage of the goodness to come. Eggs bordered with a crispy frame. A frame to border the work of art that was Sunday morning breakfast.

Simply put, Bacon I love thee. You are truly the food of the gods. Candy of the heavens. You are the throne upon which god himself sits to oversee all of creation. Albeit God most likely puts down a layer or two of paper towels so as not to grease up his robes (after all, you have to be considerate of the laundry). I imagine the gates of heaven are woven of bacon. Sweet succulent maple bacon woven together (perhaps a nice herring bone pattern) cordoning off the kingdom from undeserving soles and vegans.

I envision Hell’s gates are that tasteless faux turkey bacon charred beyond being edible. Hard, rubbery, bitter, foul Fakeon (fake bacon). Hell wouldn’t have bacon at all, only tofu. Everything tofu. Got to hell… hell. You’re not bacon.

Bacon is so good, it’s used to make other foods better. Bacon on a salad, sandwich, potato, anything. Bacon on a rock, stick, goldfish, book. Heck, id bet bacon on dog, crap, rocks…

When I die, I pray the cause of death states bacon. For if it does, it would indicate I died happy. Not any of the diseases or conditions listed as a side effect of greasy foods, simply bacon. My tombstone should read, “Here lies Larry Dolan. Bacon”. Isn’t that enough. Anyone reading that couldn’t be sad. They’d see the word bacon, and smile.

I now realize, and an pray I continue my life as if I were bacon. Making people feel good. Spreading happiness, joy, warmth. Improving, adding and making better all that I touch. Yeah, like bacons greasiness, Ill kill a few people along the way (oops, my bad), but overall id be loved. I would like the names Larry and Bacon to be synonymous. I want to hear the words, “you know what this party needs? Bacon/Larry”. Or “I love Larry/Bacon”. Possibly even, “you know what would go great on this? Larry/Bacon”.

Let bacon be your guiding light. Think of all the joy you could bring.

And… with bacon soap you would be clean too.

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This bacon soap smells awesome and was a really fun gift for my husband for Christmas! The customer service is top-notch and I’ll definitely be back ordering more as gifts for people next Christmas!

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The Outlaws are on the move! We're making soap the week through September 21, so we'll fulfill any orders after that time! Thanks for your patience!