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Ricki Hall 'Booze & Baccy' Beard Oil and Moustache Wax

Posted on January 30, 2015 by Captain P. Fawcett
Ricki Hall Booze & Baccy Beard Oil & Moustache Wax
Captain Fawcett is delighted to have collaborated with the World renowned Dandy and Gentleman about town, Mr Ricki Hall in concocting simply delectable bespoke Beard Oil and Moustache Wax, also available as a Gift Set.

A rich and complex blend of essential oils which combine the luxurious base notes of honeyed fresh tobacco leaves, dusty aromatic frankincense, maple-like benzoin, woody oak moss and warm exotic vanilla bean, layered with mid notes of fresh hops and sweet bog myrtle finished with the top notes of spice from the bay rum tree and zesty orange.

Something for the weekend Sir?

#Project60 Gathers The World's Best Beards To Help Fight Skin Cancer and Melanoma

Posted on August 25, 2014 by Captain P. Fawcett

 

#Project60 is a monumental portrait series featuring some of the world’s most famous bearded gentlemen, and now also a delightful lady by the name of Harnaam Kaur. It has been masterminded by Mr Elbank, an esteemed English photographer who has recently returned from Australia after nine years of award winning work to create this timeless artifact with an important, life-saving message.

I am honoured to be involved, in my own small way, by supplying our bearded subjects with my moustache waxes and beard oil before each portrait session.

Thanks to widespread media coverage in The Guardian, The Daily Mail, The Huffington Post,  Metro and BuzzFeed, #Project60 has been elevated to an even greater importance for the people of Britain and indeed those overseas. As well as preserving these icons in all their photogenic glory, they will form a body of work which will help launch an important cancer fighting initiative by the name of Beard Season.

Beard Season is a non profit movement inviting gentlemen (and ladies if so gifted) to grow their beards for winter, get a skin check, and become an ambassador in the fight against melanoma.

Four years ago Mr Jimmy Niggles lost one of his best pals to melanoma at the age of 26. His name was Wes Bonny, and at his wake a group of his friends decided to start something which would encourage more people to have regular skin checks - a missing part of the solution for one of the world’s deadliest but most preventable cancers.

Not many men of their age had beards in those days and because his melanoma was on his neck they decided to cover up from the sun and let their facial follicles flourish, encouraging everyone who asked about them to have a skincheck and share Wes’ story.

Since launching in Australia Beard Season has recruited hundreds of ambassadors from over 27 countries, referred thousands of skin checks and enjoyed an average of one message a week from someone who has met a Beard Season ambassador, booked a skin check and found something which potentially could have killed them.

Melanoma kills more people in the UK and US than anywhere else in the world, second only to Australia. So by launching Beard Season in the Northern Hemisphere with a series like #Project60, we have a wonderful opportunity to make a big difference.

The best way for you to keep abreast of news from #Project60 is to follow our various social media thingummy pages which I shall list below. Thank you for your support chums.

 

Warm regards, Fawcett.

 

Instagram:

@BeardSeason 

@MrElbank 

@CaptainFawcett

 

Facebook:

This is Beard Season 

#Project60 for Beard Season 

Brock Elbank Photography 

Captain Fawcett

Keeping A Stiff Upper Lip Regardless

Posted on September 10, 2013 by Captain P. Fawcett

In my most recent of travels I have scoured the globe, ranging as far afield as the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in the good ole USA to the deserts of Rajasthan, from the Snowy peaks of the Italian Tirol to the below sea level depths of the Norfolk fens I have indeed thrown caution to the wind and without fear or hesitation ventured into the leafy suburbs of Twickenham.

The quest? A bid to source the very finest ingredients for my very own range of tip top Gentleman's Grooming Requisites.

The finest Moustache Wax including the "hot off the press" firm hold 'Expedition Strength', the lovingly hand made small batch 'Private Stock' Beard Oil, and the delectable fragrance of the Captain's own 'Fougere' Eau de Parfum.

All these and a host more of simply superb items are to be found ensconced in this very website. Feast your eyes! You will not be disappointed. Good Day. Fawcett.

12 September

Posted on September 11, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Good God, I thought to myself, one has yet to resort to that malarkey. My Moustache Wax is lovingly handmade in Norfolk, Great Britain.

The blaggard in front of me was in truth a snake oil salesman, a chancer a charlatan no less. I decided to take my leave of this thoroughly disagreeable fellow but not before giving him a jar of my patent pomade and suggesting he attend to his drooping hirsute appendage forthwith. Huuuumph.

I wended my weary way back to my makeshift cabin, cleaned my teeth in an effort to get rid of the stubborn bad taste in my mouth and dived in to the bunk. The crisp cotton sheets coupled with soft downy pillows and the gently rocking of the sleeping car ensured that I fell into a deep sleep within minutes of being horizontal. My dreams that night haunted with a coterie of purple faced buffoons or were they indeed ruddy arsed baboons? Fawcett.

4 August

Posted on August 03, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Be reassured that liberal applications of my patent pomade have allowed me to maintain a stiff upper lip throughout this ghastly affair. Fawcett.

28 July

Posted on July 27, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

To that end I will carry with me 800 jars of my delectable Moustache Wax with a view to the cowboys' chemist stocking and purveying my finest pomade. I will also pack 20 of my superb Fawcett undergarments which can be used for trade with the potentially hostile native Indians. Fawcett.

13 July

Posted on July 12, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Be advised that for the immediate and foreseeable future I will be obliged to remain incommunicado. However I have a delightful tale to regale you with first...

Yesterday morning and laden with parcels containing my patent pomade, much needed wax supplies bound for exotic foreign climes, I dropped into the General Post Office situated in the beautiful city of Bath Spa.

The pretty young lady behind the counter smiled and on stamping my packages asked if I could possibly be Captain Fawcett? I of course acknowledged that I was indeed one and the same, to which the delightful gal retorted that she followed my journal and that reading about my travels and exploits brought a smile to her day. How extraordinarily gratifying. C.F.

1 June

Posted on June 01, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

But, for now at least, blow this for a game of soldiers. Quoting the late King and shouting at the top of my voice 'Bugger Bognor' I'm off again. With a veritable spring in my step - and a curl in my Moustache - I'm heading off to my beloved Scotland for a spot of fishing. Regards Fawcett P.S 'Nurse' ;}>

31 May

Posted on May 31, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

After a liberal application of my patent Stiffener I resolve to return to the Arctic the following year, renewing my quest to search out the fabled South East passage! Note to self to carry more fruit!

25 May

Posted on May 25, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 10 April:

On behalf of Captain Peabody Fawcett: I have just received news from The Geographical Society that Fawcett’s expeditionary team is stranded approximately 78 degrees north off the coast of Norway. The unseasonably warm weather has resulted in an early melt and has left them marooned on ice floes. Victims of the fierce gulf stream they are drifting at the behest of the current.

The last message received delivered by carrier pigeon, assured,

“All well and in good spirits despite having run out of reading material. Men maintaining stiff upper lip with aid of liberal dollops of my trademarked moustache wax, although one member of team appears quite delirious blithering on about getting back to Blighty for a wedding or some such nonsense! God help us all. C.F."

Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell.

19 May

Posted on May 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 9 April:

My fingers are turning black, the victim of severe frostbite. The bright sun low on the horizon causes an incessant headache that saps my resolve to carry on. All around us the ice is melting, resulting on occasion in the dogs slipping and sliding into the once frozen Polar sea. They panic, dragging the sledges which carry the meager remains of our food, shelter and moustache wax with them.

By Jupiter I am yet to be beaten. C.F.

11 April

Posted on April 11, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

The use of Captain Fawcett's moustache wax will help to maintain a stiff upper lip in the most hostile of conditions! What Ho!

10 April

Posted on April 10, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

On behalf of Captain Peabody Fawcett: I have just received news from The Geographical Society that Fawcett's expeditionary team is stranded approximately 78 degrees north off the coast of Norway. The unseasonably warm weather has resulted in an early melt and has left them marooned on ice floes. Victims of the fierce gulf stream they are drifting at the behest of the current. The last message received delivered by carrier pigeon, assured. "All well and in good spirits despite having run out of reading material. Men maintaining stiff upper lip with aid of liberal dollops of my trademarked moustache wax. Although one member of team appears quite delirious blithering on about getting back to Blighty for a wedding or some such nonsense! God help us all C.F.

12 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Good Lord, what a night! Cannot remember for the life of me where on earth we ended up. Vague hazy recollections of China Town, wind blown duck and rice wine. Woke up on a bench in St James park with a hangover from Hades.

With no sign of blessed Blinky. I made my way to the Cavendish Hotel where after a wash and brush up I applied oodles of my moustache wax, in a bid to present a stiff upper lip regardless. Ordering from the waiter cove a prairie oyster I reached in to my waistcoat pocket and found…

28 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

The Americans have a mule train heading to the Keralan coast. It leaves in the morning, its mission is to collect their most recent shipment of food and supplies, (more bahgurs one would suppose?) I have negotiated carefully and in exchange for some jars of of my highly regarded moustache wax, (the yanks being no stranger to an esteemed growth) I have secured safe passage for our marooned expedition. Hurrah! C.F.

3 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

The heat, the blasted prickly heat coupled with the incessant infernal mosquito bites are proving enough to drive the sanest amongst us to fits of lunacy!

Luckily regular applications of my moustache wax are helping all in the bid to maintain a stiff upper lip. Privately the Scotsman, Pirie is a cause for concern! Carry on.

29 November

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I say! My wax may be reviewed soon by the Moustache Mafia. And they seem to know their onions!

 
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