I was born the Unloved Twin

When I was in elementary school our school would sometimes have special presentations and events. We would learn many useful but silly things, it felt a lot like playing around. My most favorite event lessons may have been fingerprinting and folding paper lanterns

Doesn't mean I don't remember the other things though. Such as that time we made soap.

My more recent creative knowledge on soap making comes from those online videos you watch for fun. I may not have access to the internet anymore but I've procrastinated and watched enough videos to have a gist of what to do beyond the basics.

I also may have worked too many beauty-related cases at my old job. Been there done that, no more overtime for me.

Soap is sold as a luxury item in this world.

This isn't an issue for the wealthy Ventrella household but that doesn't extend very far. The soap that mother uses isn't bad but it is overly perfumed and not very moisturizing. Meanwhile, for cleaning, the staff uses a mix of fireplace ash and animal products.

It's time for a drastic change. My delicate senses cannot continue to live in these sad overly perfumed conditions.

It took our dedicated staff two days to prepare my requested ingredients. Some easier than others but the majority of it was already in our household. I based the ingredients on what I thought we would have available and easily imported from our home territory.

Lye, however, needed time to be made. I instructed for as much hardwood ash to be gathered as possible.

For the most part, no one besides household servants would make use of the fireplace ash, and even then only a mere fraction of it. There are so many mansions and manors in this area that a little bit of asking around had the filtered white ash near dumped at our feet for free.

Olive oil was the easiest to get since it was already sitting here in bulk. The quality comes in various grades though. For simplicity and safety, we shall be using a more quality filtered oil, cooking grade. Or 'virgin' olive oil as modern folks know it.

Other oils that were easy enough to gather include coconut, almond, and flowers from our territory.

There's also rose water, byproduct sold cheaply from some of the many perfumer businesses in the city. If a luxurious perfume is for those who can afford it then the runoff distilled water from boiling roses could be bottled and sold to the less stinking rich clients.

Tis the season of spring rose boiling. It would be interesting to work with other flowers and scents too.

Someone making a bulk purchase would be more preferable over bottling and waiting for the weak Eau De Toilets to sell. Which is how we have so much rose water. Did no one seriously figure out the skincare benefits behind this stuff? Why so much? Or is it just not profitable enough?

Oh well, their loss is my gain.

Lard is not a difficult product to obtain either. There are plenty of outskirt farms and more than enough butchered animals to grace the tiniest dinner tables in the capital. There's also the leftovers from dismantled beat hunts. I'm more comfortable using just bovine based tallow but lamb and perhaps pig lard would work. We've gathered a lot more of it than I thought could be procured in such a short amount of time.

In that case, we will just be making some big batches, many many batches of this stuff.

Soap is my first priority due to the utter lack of it around here. My own baths are beginning to feel inadequate. While I can't say I smell bad, it's quite a mess to clean up after I tumble in the dirt or woods after exercise.

The dryness here doesn't help either.

While cold cream can be personally used to fight against many skin concerns, I have a more economical reason for wanting to make it.

The current time that I live in is one of peace.

The great battles have been fought and the most dangerous of beast zones pushed back all thanks to Gramps and those who were influenced, or dragged along, by him. Thus for about the last decade or so humanity had the opportunity to grow and flourish.

Don't get me wrong, it's still positively medieval around here. Many rural towns and communities have hardly seen development. It's just much better without the threat of constant war, famine and death. Yeah, those are kinda sorta pretty detrimental to life quality...and just life in general.

The initial recovery years have passed and the era for prosperity is coming. In general people's quality of life is improving. They have savings now, savings that could be spent. Nobles with their old money are especially big fish in the water.

If my 'experiment' goes well then this is the start of my personal wealth. I may have the Ventrella name but only for now. What happens when I lose favor and get cut off? Even without the knowledge of Rosalia's memories, it's obvious to say I can't stand on my own like this.

I don't have magic. I doubt I have the potential to be a powerhouse warrior and my influential background has a ticking time limit

What can really secure me?

Money.

Now that I can have confidence in.

If not soap and cold cream then I'll think of something else. There's plenty of lacking products that have a potential market here. Worst-case scenario I waste some supplies and will treat it as a child's arts and craft project.

But just in case it is profitable, production needs to be kept under wraps.

Soap isn't that difficult to figure out, people here have already been using a primitive mixture of ash, clay and animal fats. In our home kitchen, bacon lard was the fat of choice to scrub pots and pans. But luxury soaps that nobles use are trade secrets. Not even I can tell what's in them, though I can guess.

Right now I'm guessing a lot of perfume.

I have primarily my own home staff assisting me today in a side kitchen. To account for all the extra help, I've separated the orders and have them working on different parts and pieces. Even if someone can piece together the ingredients list they don't know what to do with them nor do they have the right ratios.

I can't trust those in the capital mansion not go around leaking or selling information. It's too early to figure out who to trust here besides the impartial head maid.

So by that reasoning, my poor home staff are trapped 'humoring' their young miss today. Even George the jr chef can't escape, especially George, my most used hands and feet. I'll give you something very nice for your 16th birthday so keep it up, Georgie boy!

Shall I make him a facial cleanser for his acne? Oh, teenagers, I remember what that was like.

Right now he's hard at work boiling and skimming the tallow. The little red poppies on his cheeks make me wince in pained sympathy. Maybe we should just make him that face wash right now? He'll be a good tester model for my products anyways.

"Are you sure we're not making candles from this?"

"I'm sure but why? Should we be making candles too?"

"Maybe later on in the fall Rosa, we don't need as many candles in spring and summer."

"Oh ok, I see."

I remember making those in school too. They were fun to dip on strings but molds would be much easier. Is there a market for luxury candles? I think our household uses a plain near scentless kind and oil lamps. There are also the lights that I just never questioned us having, magically powered I assumed. Those must be expensive.

Well, George is right, we'll just see about the candles matter during fall.

In the meantime, I bounce around the different groups of working people. I've separated them into groups just like how an elementary teacher would with a class. Teams 1-6!

George gets to be my assistant teacher and actual hands as I supervise everyone's progress. Everyone is wearing cloth masks and makeshift wrappings as gloves. As funny as it looks, safety is the first precaution. Especially to those on lye stirring duty, that stuff can fume something foul. It's a little worrisome to home make lye, it won't be as good as the commercial products from modern times but hopefully, some salt will harden it to be less gooey.

Mother oddly enough wanted to join in too. But since the labor is tediously intensive during the prep work phase, I advised her to swing by later instead.

"Miss Rosalia here are the trays and mold."

"Wonderful! Set them over on the clean table over there."

I had to order boxes, trays and large enough molds to be made for this project. Soap making is quite an expensive hobby to set up in the beginning.

Luckily I'm a rich girl with a lot of capable help to find and fund everything so easily. Everything is mostly made out of wood and I kept the metal muffin tin style molds as simple as possible. Two days was plenty of time to get everything perfectly in order.

My plan is to make a big batch of mixed tallow and mixed olive oil soap bars. This is the recipe I'm most confident in succeeding. It will have a little of every oil to stabilize it and the variety of properties will make some solid house soap.

I guess worked my recipe according to the 4 properties in a good soap.

-Hard, stable, long-lasting: Tallow
-Moisturizing/Conditioning: coconut oil and a bit of castor oil
-Lathering: Olive oil! Has the highest ratio in the recipe.
-Super moisture!: Almond oil

There's also the lye for purification but the ratio is, of course, a secret.

Normally the recipe would use plain distilled water but we were able to get so much distilled rose water. It would be a waste not to use it. I'll split the house batch in half using plain water and rose water, for comparison. The rose water added half will go into the prettier molds rather than the long rectangular boxes used to make bar soap.

The secondary batch will be an animal-free soap using primarily olive oil once again. It will be considered a 'castille' soap then though no one seems to be able to understand the word. Well, let's just call it the Olive Oil soap for now. It won't be pure since I plan on adding coconut and palm oil to reduce sliminess and for some better lathering effects. I suspect older generations and those used to olive oil back home would prefer this product.

The rest of the 3rd batch will be made up of miscellaneous ingredients and ratio experiments. I'm not a genius and while I think my memory is pretty good it's not like a photographic memory. I can't recall ALL the right ratios and recipes for all the nice scents and varieties out there. So this is my 'allowed to fail' for fun batches.

Most of them are variations on the 'house' soap give or take some ingredients. For example, there will be a box for 'milk' soap replacing all water with whole fat milk. It will be fun to see what works and what doesn't. I have high hopes even if some of these batches will most certainly fail.

Mother comes in while the teams were taking turns whipping the soap mixtures till it thickens and traces. It's hard work without an electric mixer. We must have made an awful sight in our safety gear vicariously churning bowls of soap mix.

I forget that whisks aren't even a thing here!

"Are these mixing correctly?"

"Oh it's steaming!"

"Young miss? What now?!"

Everyone tried to reassure me that we could mix very hard using a ladle but I was insistent on tying forks and sticks together. After some time and a lot of sore arms, everyone switched over to using my makeshift whisks.

Didn't I say to just listen and follow me? Of course, I'm right. Hmmpf!

I got my arm workout of the day for sure, after all, someone had to demonstrate how to and when to properly stir. Mother did pretty well for herself actually, she lasted a full 10 minutes of some surprisingly fast stirring before needing a break.

The scooping and pouring into the molds was much more fun, and a lot less exhausting. I think everyone in the room would agree as they all gathered around for the first pour. It was probably the best part with people socializing, laughing and overall having a good time playing with soap making.

I accepted suggestions for additions in making the various 3rd batch. It was a lot like leading a classroom of excited children, except for the fact that I was the sole child in a room of teens and adults.

Oh how the roles have flipped.

An unfamiliar young maid caught my attention during this part. Not one of my own. She's a little gangling thing with sandy blond hair and a splattering of freckles peeking out through her all safety wraps.

"You, what your name?"

"Epp! Uh, me-me?"

"Yes you with the pigtails and freckles. The one holding a whole orange."

"I'm so-so terribly sor-rr-rry Miss Rosalia, I'll put it away right aw- w-aay."

"Stop apologizing and just answer me! I like your idea! Citrus works as an amazing cleanser, so what is your name and position?"

Abigail is 13 years old this year and has recently come to the capital to train in something beyond her family's grain miller. She's the middle child of 6 and blah blah blah whatever I'll take her.

The head maid supervising gave me the ok right away. Ignoring the pure shock on Abigail's face, her work contract is basically mine now.

Hey now don't worry, following me isn't a bad deal here.

She was a solid learner throughout the process but her excitement and creative suggestions at the end was interesting. I won't be so egotistical to think only I would think of adding fruit but she thought of it all on her own.

Of course, I only allowed her to add the zest and peels off the citruses she chose. Mashing the whole fruit in is a little much, the wet flesh wouldn't preserve well.

This was after a round of mass applause and congratulation for Abigail's 'promotion'. That and after we got her off the floor. I'm only so tall at my age, you really don't have to drop crying at my feet.

Really please stop, it's awkward for me too.

The last thing to be made after cloth wrapping all the soap was the cream and some impromptu rose water toner.

Soap making is too tiring, we have to end with the easy things. I sent the rest of the staff to clean up and set the soap to cure.

The rest is so simple to make that just George and I are enough. Mother of course stayed with us as an interested audience and helping hand. The fact that these are all the people in the room I can trust 100% is also a factor.

Moisturizing cream was just as simple as I remember it being with oil, scents and a lot of tallow. Yes that's right, whipped rendered animals fats. This is what will revolutionize the skincare industry here. While I'd personally prefer to use a cold cream made of beeswax, I won't knock a good thing just because I perceive it to be a little gross. The finished product is a completely different thing no one would suspect. There's nothing like this in the market right now nor will there be according to my memories.

This is the potential white gold of this world, as long as I use it right.

Since we had trace leftovers I threw in the almond and floral oils as well. It would whip and cool in large milk buckets before we transfer it over some more appropriate jars later.

Our dry skin is saved!

For the rest of the rose water, I've had the head maid make a special last minute delivery of witch hazel. We sealed 3 modern beer sized bottles of that acne curing stuff.

I leave two of the bottles to mother for her own beauty use and safekeeping. It's great for skincare even if you don't have problematic pimples.

Thus the final bottle is gifted to my faithful George.

Sorry for making you whip so much stuff and overall working you to death with me. Please pat this on your clean face in the morning and at night. Some of the tallow cream is for you too, when it cools that is.

There's no one watching besides an amused mother and the head maid here, which is good since a 15 year old boy tearing up is a rather awkward sight. Thankfully he recovers much more gracefully than Abigail did earlier, dramatically wiping a not so fake tear from his face.

"To think our little Rosa would already be gifting things out. They grow up so fast."

"Hmmpf! Let's just hurry up and get to dinner, I'm starving!"

Enough mushy stuff, my arms are sore. Soap making is hungry work!

 

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