Big Bear Box

Musk and amber meet with subtle notes of rosewood and tobacco for a scent that’s confident and well rounded. One part woodsy, one part cigar bar, entirely alluring.

Fresh goats milk and shea butter combine for the richest and most moisturizing lather you’ll find in a soap.

Slightly floral, powdery, and just a little bit spicy.

It comes from the flowering tobacco plant - the blossom, not the leaf - so think big skies and open fields, not smoky back room.

Shea butter fills out the lather, and kaolin clay keeps pores clear.

All the character, none of the habit.

Close your eyes and breathe this one in. If you don’t instantly feel like you’re on the Matterhorn surveying the snow-covered Alps, we’ll give you your money back.

The (almost) impossible-to-capture scent of mountain air comes to life with crisp spice, a little musk and earthy vetiver.

Medium pumice and kaolin clay give skin a solid scrub without overdoing it.

The high point of your morning.

Enlightenment, no chanting required.

Lemongrass and orange light things up with bright citrus notes, while freshly split cedarwood keeps everything grounded underneath. A thread of sage runs through the middle, herbal and unhurried.

Peace of mind, served with a twist.

Reminiscent of your dad’s aftershave, only 100% more refined.

Basil and bergamot come up green and bright, like tonic splashed on a just-shaved neck, while oakmoss and patchouli ground it in something earthier.

Fine pumice and dead sea salt give skin a light scrub, and kaolin clay pulls out the grime.

No tip required.

The kind of thing you order by name.

Barrel-aged bourbon sits right up front, mellow and rounded, with sandalwood, amber and spice settling in underneath like the oak it rested in. Shea butter builds a lather as smooth as the pour.

Top shelf, but low-key about it.

Kings once crossed deserts to bring these as gifts.

Sandalwood lays down the base, a wood prized for holding its fragrance for decades. Frankincense and myrrh keep the sacred theme going, smoldering through it with a hit of spice.

Amen to that.

Nothing but fir, and that’s the whole point.

Distilled straight from fresh fir needles, it smells like snapped branches and resin all the way through, the kind of thing you usually have to hike for.

Shea butter handles the lather. Hiking boots optional.