Thank you. That's the whole reason for this one.

A discount is a blunt way to say something warm, and we know it. But we're a small shop in a small town, and the honest truth is that the thing we have to give is the thing we make. So once a year we lower the price on all of it, drop the shipping threshold, and get out of the way. No code to earn, no minimum to clear, no countdown pressure. Just thank you — for the reorders, the gift sets, the reviews, and for walking through the door on Broad Street. — Heather

Rinse started in 2003 in Monroe, Georgia, with one soap recipe and a kitchen that smelled like it. Twenty-three years later the recipes have multiplied but the method hasn't: everything is still poured, cut, cured and wrapped by hand, in batches small enough that someone here has touched every bar that leaves the building.

This page is the whole of it. Bar soap and mini bars, the tallow balms and salves, bath bombs and shower steamers, soaking salts and scrubs, facial oils and clay masks, solid lotions, lip balms, deodorant, roll-ons and body oils. Gift sets and discovery boxes for when you want somebody else to do the choosing.

What you won't find here is anything we didn't make. No resale goods, no wholesale-only fixtures, no packaging products — just the things that come out of the shop on Broad Street.

If you're new, start where most people do: a bar of Dead Sea Mud, a Peppofoot Stick, or a discovery box that puts six things in your hands at once so you can find out which one you'll keep reordering.