Posted on 20th December 2015 by Guest: Chris Pollard
It's a grey and wild Saturday morning. I'm unshaved, un-groomed and shuffling in the direction of Penhaligon's newest establishment at Canary Wharf. I'm booked to spend some time being indulged by one of the ever inspiring Jack the Clipper barbers. This great collaboration between both parties has brought an exciting dose of Penhaligon's barbering heritage back to the brand (something that I have long hoped would occur since realising Bayolea worked well with my skin).
So here I am, stood in front of an attentive and polite team. The prospect of turning up at any house of grooming is an experience that I find quite daunting. Thankfully my somewhat dishevelled appearance was not met with gasps, just light conversation and professionalism in the new bright and relaxed environment.
The Royale treatment turned out to be just what I needed. A haircut, straight shave, hot towel treatment and massage; the perfect combination to combat my noticeable party season fatigue. For someone that has tried to learn about the many different avenues and accoutrements of shaving, I have very little control over the hair on top of my head. It grows, I accept that and do very little to try to stop it doing what it wants. I explained all this to the softly spoken and very personable Mus, who proceeded to expertly trim and neaten. Perfect!
I could go on with complimenting each step of the package chronologically, but I'm not sure I would be granted the column space. But sincerely, one treatment within the package deserves special mention: the straight razor shave. If you have never decided to treat yourself to this traditional and almost rite of passage experience, I recommend it. Done right, it is something you won't forget easily. For Jack the Clipper, it felt like their specialty. The shave was well balanced with Penhaligon's product (it was immediately clear why this is such a well matched partnership). It has inspired me to combine products and techniques at home that I would never have even thought of. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was the smoothest shave I have experienced, at times, I almost forgot that there was a knife skimming across my face at all.
Alas, all good things have to come to an end. Invigorated by my hour of manly pampering, I was left surprised and impressed with the new reflection that now looked back at me. A vast difference from the man that entered only an hour ago. That chilly grey day couldn't stop me from feeling a little spoilt. I will certainly be returning. Perhaps see you there!