Philly Soap

Excellent products. I am coming back here to collect a stash to give as hostess gifts as several of my friends are with child and can’t indulge in a nice bottle of wine when we come over for Sunday dinner.

Philly Soap = 5 stars!!!
This store was only open on East Passyunk for a short time, but it is hoping to open up at another location in the neighborhood soon. Don’t fret– they will be back!
My first time there the owner was very helpful and friendly. He listened to my allergies and suggestions. I purchased three amazing soaps, and he gave me a sugar scrub to try. Fantastic stuff.
I put in a special order for soap to look like coal to put into my coworker’s stocking at the office. Nate went out of his way to deliver this to my office since the store on EPA closed. The soap is incredible! It smells delicious and looks like coal. I’m very excited.
This store is needed in East Passyunk, and I will definitely frequent them again when they reopen.
Best of luck to Philly Soap. Great soap and good people!

I have a confession. Well, a problem, really. I am owning up right now:
Hi. My name is Gale. (HI GALE.) And I’m a soap-​a-​holic.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: Gale, one cannot POSSIBLY be TOO clean, right? Well, it’s not how much I cleanse, it’s just the sniffing that gets me in trouble.
Today I persuaded a friend to walk with me in my Passyunk neighborhood. As we passed the string of delicious eateries and local shops, we both ccaught a whiff of something delectable — not exactly edible, but good — REALLY good. We commented to one another, and then concluded it must be something wafting out of one of the Italian spots. But when we crossed the street to head back, I saw it across the street. An open door. Warm orange walls. And a banner overhead. SOAP.
«SOAP?» I said, already halfway across the street as my friend followed, perplexed. We wandered in and entered a world of sensory wonder. Handmade soaps crafted by two welcoming gentleman (and the wife of one, whom I did not meet just then) lined the shelves and display tables. A fan blowing the air from a newly minted batch was what had drawn us in. And I did NOT escape before purchasing a Licorice & Lavender bar of soap, while my friend got one Mojito and one Margarita. We were given complimentary lip balms and tried samples of facial scrub and body butter. Bath Bombs are in the works this week, and classes will be hosted on a regular basis.
I. CAN’T. WAIT.
I want to LIVE in a shower of lather and steam. And this place is seriously just down the street from me? Problems abound, my friends. PROBLEMS ABOUND.
So if you see me at the next event and I smell like Black Licorice and feel as smoooooove as KY jelly, you know who to thank. The new boys occupying the best smelling shop on EPA. Now go scrub thyself.