This morning, the oatmeal soap made it into the shower rotation, and as soon as I opened its box, I remembered being in Williamsburg with B at the Inn. It reminded me of my favorite hotel indulgence: bubble baths in the big whirlpool tubs, and of being totally relaxed.
Our honeymoon soap (though it's long gone) does the same thing for me. Any Rosewood product instantly makes me smile, which made me realize two things:
1) I might be the only girl alive who would be thrilled with a big basket of good-smelling soap products from their husband (as long as the brand meant something!).
2) If I owned a hotel, I'd load my guests up with every lotion, potion, scent, salve, and shampoo I could find with our signature scent, in 3 ounce bottles, of course.