Almost ten years ago I bought a bottle of Dr. Bronner’s during a road trip to Alaska. I went back to Alaska the following summer with it. I’ve taken it to Europe a couple times and it’s lived in my shower between adventures. As you can see, the text and logos have all been obliterated by the suds, hot water, and repeated uses during the Bush II and Obama presidencies.
The bottle, in fact, still lives on–it’s only the cap that’s passed to cap-heaven, due to my clumsiness during a scalding hot shower several months ago. I haven’t managed to locate a source for a replacement cap…but maybe I’ll email the Dr. Bronner’s soap company and see if they can hook me up.
I have no idea how many bottles I saved by reusing this one, nor how many pounds of CO2 I spared the atmosphere and gallons of oil I left in the tar sands of western Canada, but it’s a lock to say the earth’s a little less wrecked because my trusty Bronner’s bottle kept the eucalyptus and peppermint pouring. Here’s to another decade of tree-hugging, earth-loving hot-and-soapy goodliness…hopefully with a replacement cap, but if not…another bottle of Bronner’s.
