As I was packaging a new batch of jasmine sandalwood soaps today, I was reminded of one my favorite farmers market stories.
It was late morning, and two young men wandered through the market. One looked like a very ordinary kind of guy. The other was anything but ordinary. A vintage English driving cap on his head, artfully unruly long hair sticking out below, sunglasses, chains around his neck, black fingernail polish, black pants with zippers all over them. Let's just say a young man who enjoys being on the cutting edge -- or the lunatic fringe, depending on your tastes -- of fashion.
So the two of them stop by my table and the flamboyant one is checking out the soaps, sniffing and offering his assessment of each soap's scent. The overall verdict? "I LOVE your soaps. And they have such great drag queen names! I think I went to high school with Rosemary Lemon!"
What a HOOT! And he was so right. One of my other soaps at the time was Ginger Lime, a tart and spicy drag queen name if I ever heard one. And the innocently sweet but voluptuously curvy Cucumber Melon.
I remembered this because when I first made the jasmine sandalwood soaps, I was wondering if that was what I should call them. But when I realized that Jasmine Sandalwood is just about the most fabulous name a drag queen could have, the decision was made!
Aspiring drag queens who haven't yet settled on a stage name, this might be you . . . but Peppermint's taken. Don't even think about it. She's fierce.
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