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What do mustard, barbecue sauce, Hershey's chocolate syrup, coffee, permanent marker, blood, tar, rust, grease, and mud all have in common? They create stains—that’s what. And since I was creating a new product, my soap kitchen resembled a muddled laboratory. Small squares of stained white fabric, each carefully labeled, lay in rows on the countertop, accompanied by bottles and funnels and scales. “What’s all this?” Steve appeared at my elbow, eyeing my organized mess. “Musta

This was the kind of week that left soap on my sleeve. In our little soap kitchen, the air buzzed with energy as we measured and mixed, then mixed some more, trying to stay ahead of the clock. The wholesale show loomed large, and every batch counted. My team poured themselves into the work. Early mornings blurred into long afternoons, sleeves rolled up and spirits high. I watched with deep appreciation as they stirred, poured, and packed with care, each hour logged with deter