Soap made from what your great-grandmother would recognize.

I started making soap because the stuff at the store was mostly detergent. Seriously — flip over the bar and read the ingredients. I couldn't pronounce half of them.

So I learned to render beef tallow, mix a lye solution without losing a finger, and pour molds in my kitchen. Six weeks later, I had soap that actually felt like soap. Dense. Creamy. Clean without stripping.

I'm still making it the same way — small batches, real ingredients, cured on a rack in the garage.