May you blossom into a gentleman with a keen intellect and a kind heart;

and know profound love;

and accept people for what they are without passing judgement on them;

and read good books and listen to good music;

and write good sentences;

and love good food and good wine — and an occasional cognac and cigar.

Someday, a long time from now, my straight razors will be yours. Treat them as friend, and with respect. Take time to master the art of straight razor shaving.

And before I forget, may yours be a light beard and grow in one direction.

Your loving grandfather,

— Poppy