Since DE blades are verboten by airport security for carry-on, traditional shavers are forced to deal with The Devil when they travel by air. By “The Devil” I mean a cartridge razor, which in my case means a Fusion. I’ve tried to mitigate this by continuing to use a Dr.R. Harris shave stick and my Wee-Scot brush to generate a very fine lather that seems to still be thin enough to not clog up the Fusion’s five blades. It’s probably the Wee-Scot, which by its very size doesn’t produce the thick slag of a larger, plusher brush.

And frankly, the Fusion does what it’s supposed to: It lets me get in and out of the shower in record time, often shaving without even a mirror for guidance. It is extremely forgiving and lightning fast since you don’t need to follow any directional protocol in order to avoid slicing and dicing yourself. And the shaves are damned smooth, especially when you consider that you can barely feel the blade on your skin. It feels like dragging a Popsicle stick across your face.

But for some strange reason, these shaves are singularly unsatisfying and I can’t pinpoint why. True, the Fusion and its ilk don’t exfoliate the skin since they operate on the “trug-and-cut” method, never actually touching the skin itself. Or is it just the satisfaction that comes from a more disciplined, artisanal approach that’s missing? Whatever the reason, it’s interesting how a new technology that actually works more quickly and efficiently can be so disappointing.

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