I could barely sleep last night in anticipation of trying out my new BiG Shave Scuttle. It arrived by post only hours after my morning shave…so I had to wait. After ordering it two weeks before, meeting my mailman at the door became part of my daily routine. As a card holding member of the wet shave enthusiast “tribe” we all know what this is like. We build strong relationships with the postman, we call him by name, and he calls us by ours. He shares in our excitement and wonder, he may even be a wet shaver himself. Jonathon, my mailman, was as giddy as I the day the much awaited parcel arrived. He practically begged me to open it, though this was hardly necessary. As I held up the scuttle in the light of the mid-day sun any passerby would have easily assumed both Jonathon and I had discovered the Holy Grail. We stood still, mouths agape and starry eyed, and we may even have hugged. He set down his mail bag, took a seat on the stoop, and closely examined it with the trained eye of an envelope pusher.