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  • Gently Scented

    I love a good scent as much as the next girl but I don't need my soap to perfume my whole house. Our soaps are formulated with the perfect level of fragrance that will leave you smelling lovely and not smelling like a tween that got into mom's perfume stash.

  • 100% Goat's Milk

    Unlike other companies that dilute their soaps with a measly 10 or 25% goat's milk (seriously, who are they kidding?), we go all in with 100% goat's milk. Because when life gives you goats, you use 100% of their milk. Why settle for less when you can have the full goat's milk experience?

  • Happy Goats

    All our milk comes from Clarice, our prized Mini Nubian. She and her goat gang enjoy a 'free-range' life on our farm, where they dine on the finest hay and hustle for treats like it's a goat talent show. These goatie divas are basically our family, and we pamper them with top-notch veterinary care and so much TLC that even our neighbors are jealous of the attention they get. Because when it comes to goats, we don't kid around – except for when the goats do their thing.

Got Dirty Hands? Yeah, us too.

I bet you didn't even know you needed soap. Well, I'm guessing you found this page because you also have kids or farm animals. In fact, I am willing to bet that RIGHT NOW there's a decent chance you have something questionable on your hands. You are in luck because not only are your hands about to be unimaginably soft but you are about to start looking forward to washing up. That's a weird thing to say, I know it is, but stick with me.

Trust me here. I am your soap expert with a masters in touching gross stuff and your life is about to change for the better. So start your journey today to better skin and being slightly less dirty. Good things are coming to you and your gross hands.

P.S. That's not an insult. Gross hands are kind of what we specialize in here.

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My hands were f***** up

Four years ago, I traded California sunshine for Washington's liquid ambiance, thinking all that rain would be a free spa treatment for my skin. Surprise, surprise – wrong! Winters hit my hands like they owed them money, thanks to farm life, pandemic handwashing marathons, and the joy of wrangling newborns. I threw every cream, oil, and lotion at them, but it was like my hands were staging a rebellion.

And then, like a skincare superhero, goat's milk soap swooped in. My skin did a 180, and now I'm the self-proclaimed president of the 'Obsessed with Goat's Milk' fan club. Turns out, goats are the unsung heroes of skincare. Move over, fancy creams – goats have got this moisturizing thing down, and my cracked hands have never been happier. Thank you, goats, for saving my skin and making me the #1 goat groupie!