I used to post quite actively in r/soapmaking since, well, I’m a soap maker.
My wife and I raised the pigs, rendered the lard, and mixed it with other oils and lye to make soap. You know, soap making.
r/soapmaking was filled with people who bought soap that other people made, melted it, mix in perfume and glitter, poured it into moulds, and sold it. I pointed out that they weren’t actually making soap but were doing arts and crafts with soap that other people make.
They set upon my like a bunch of extremist vegans at a BBQ. I said that there wasn’t anything wrong with doing soap arts and crafts but that it wasn’t really soap making since they didn’t actually make soap.
They called me arrogant for not accepting that not making soap was soap making and banned me. I can’t remember whether it was permanent or temporary but I never went back.
That’s soap making.
I have six 40 kg bags of KOH in my storage building that I was given by a lab that was shutting down in a small city near where I live. I have the advantage of having studied chemistry in university so I speak the language and they trusted me. I found when I got home that they had slipped a number of bottles of chemicals that I didn’t ask about into my truck.
Yeah that’s how I got arrested for methamphetamine production the first time so I hear you.
Were you making methylamine?
I wasn’t making it, but that’s what the people put in my car.
One of the other things that lab gave me was anhydrous, pharmaceutical grade methanol. A 219 L barrel. I’ve been considering doing an tertiary alcohol catalyzed magnesium reduction of the KOH to give me potassium metal. My wife objects.
Careful.
Now I’m about three-quarters of the way through my sentence, carving soap to pass the time and apparently getting punked by lemmings who don’t consider it soap making.
Don’t let it happen to you.
Very nicely done.