Doesn’t your imagination go all sorts of lovely places when you think of Casanova soap?
My friend Marco gave me this bar of soap, from Penzion Casanova in Duchcov, Czechoslovakia (when that was still a country). How did Marco resist the urge to use this fabulous soap? Umm, probably for the same reasons that I haven’t taken it into the shower with me yet, either–it’s kind of rare and special.
Wouldn’t Casanova love to be reincarnated as a bar of soap? Think of all the places he’d get to go!