SUGARWELL
Sensational Suds. Stunning Scents. All Handmade.
Handmade Artisan Soap
Our handmade soap is made in small batches to our own formula using high quality plant oils, butters and milks. The colourful designs are created using a vibrant palette of cosmetic colours and different pouring techniques. All our soap is gentle and non-drying and mild enough for facial use.
Beautiful, unique designs
All our products are made slowly, by hand. We make soap using the cold-process method, which allows us to create unique designs. We also add superfat, which means there is extra oil in our soap that makes the soap milder and non-drying.
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Whipped Soap
Whipped soap is an incredible, versatile self-care essential that not only smells awesome, but can be used for washing, shampooing and shaving. Superbly moisturising and ever so gentle, it leaves skin beautifuly hydrated, soft and silky. What's more, because you only need use a tiny amount for each application, one 100ml tub lasts for ages!
The first rule of taking a bath with pink soap is you don’t talk about the pink soap.
The soap is hot pink, the kind of pink that’s too loud, too fake to be real, but here it is in your hand. Vegetable-based, they say. Like that makes it pure, like it’s better for you. Feels like you’re scrubbing yourself with nothing, just the illusion of clean. The water is lukewarm, never hot. The soap lathers more than the commercial stuff, just slides across your skin, dissolving into the water without a trace. It’s hot pink, like burnt flesh, like something soft and breakable. You think about that as you rub it on your arms, your chest, over the bones under your skin.
There’s no smell. That’s the point. Nothing to remind you of luxury, no fancy orange or lavender bullshit designed to make you feel okay about drowning your senses. Just the raw, sterile absence of it all. You wash because you’re supposed to wash. You scrub because dirt exists. But this soap, it’s like wiping down a mirror. You’re not really here. You’re nothing. Just going through the motions. You keep scrubbing, but the feeling’s always the same: you come out clean, but never different.
