Welcome to Gnarly Joe®, it's great to see you. I hope that you like what you see and stick around for a while. Right, that's got the pleasantries out of the way, let's establish some ground rules...
There are a few differences between what I do here, and what other brands do. Not necessarily better; just different. For example, you may have already noticed that my name and hairy old face appears consistently everywhere – in the logo, on the site and on the packaging. I'm very visible and accountable. If you send an email, it comes to me. And I read it - and respond. That's right, a real human being.
My visage isn't wallpapered over my site because I'm a show off (OK, it's partly that), but it's more to do with the fact that I have a genuine desire to embrace old-fashioned retail, and to develop genuinely personal transactions in which you and I get to know each other (don't worry, I won't be knocking on your door and asking to borrow your lawnmower or anything).
We won't get into the weeds of that now... I'm sure it'll all come out quite naturally over time. Just know that like you, I'm looking to offer value in exchange for a meaningful experience for both of us.
I'm not here to hard-sell products and spam the bejesus out of you. You're a bright spark, you'll work out whether you want or need some of the products on this site for yourself.
That's why, every so often, you'll see random articles and blogs on things that are nothing to do with skin, hair or beard care – or selling products – but are everything to do with things that interest me, and hopefully, might interest you.
I picked up the 'Gnarly' monicker because of my love of old things, which includes cars, motorcycles and bass guitars. Take the motorcycle in the picture for example: It's a 1966 Triumph T120C TT engine in a 1967 T120R frame that I rescued as a basket case, and restored to its former glory, as a desert racer-style TT bike... no frills or creature comforts... no lights, electrics, battery, horn, speedo or wing mirrors, and a set of Bud Ekins style open high pipes to throw the most beautiful cacophony of sound you've ever heard out the back end.
I may write in more detail about this soon, but in the meantime, can I interest you in some face serum?