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Summer is finally here! The sun is shining and the seasonal fun begins. What does this mean for your beard? Maybe you're thinking about keeping it around, trimming it up, or maybe even considering shaving it off. No matter what you decide, we have some tips for summer beard care, along with a list of products we recommend to keep you feeling fresh, clean and rejuvenated.
Keep it Full
There are plenty of men out there that are hesitant to keep their beard around during the summer season because they fear it will make them even more uncomfortable in the heat. Fear not! Facial hair barely retains any heat. In fact, it retains so little that you wouldn't even notice. Maybe you're worried about sweat getting trapped under your hedge and causing skin irritation. The key to maintaining anything is caring for it. Care for your beard and skin this summer by keeping it clean. We recommend using Mountaineer Brand beard wash in WV Coal or WV Citrus and Spice scents for a nice summer feel. For extra care, follow up with a Mountaineer Brand beard oil in a matching scent.
Keep it Short/Shapely
If you're not ready to deal with the maintenance of a big summer beard, trimming down is another option. Stubble is also a very popular look this season. If you don't want to give up the density of your beard but want to lose the length, pay a visit to your barber and get a nice shape-up. Either style still deserves some care, so for the shorter looks, we recommend Mountaineer Brand beard oil in one of the scents mentioned above.
Shave it Off
Maybe you're ready for a whole new look. You're ready for a change and summer is the perfect time to bare it all. Mountaineer Brand is here for the gentlemen with naked faces, too. To achieve the closest and smoothest shave you've ever experienced, use Mountaineer Brand pre-shave oil in the Cool Mint scent. It prevents razor burn, leaves your skin feeling soft, and has a soft and pleasant summer scent. Follow your shave with Mountaineer Brand post-shave balm in Cool Mint.
Whatever you decide, we've got the perfect products for you. Use code SUMMER20 at checkout to receive 20 percent off of your entire purchase. Don't forget to subscribe to our mailing list for more exclusive offers like these!
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Beard care is becoming more and more popular, and that is fantastic, however there is a big mistake, a mistake that is made far too often. Some men think that allowing the shampoo that runs off of their head and down their faces while showering is a good enough cleaning regimen for their beard. Even worse, some men think that using a regular, store bought shampoo is a great way to clean their beards, and that couldn't be farther from the truth.
I know, it seems logical. You think, "Hey, this stuff cleans my head hair, so it has to be good enough to clean the hair on my face". The hair on your head and the hair on your face are two completely different things. Your beard is much more susceptible to becoming brittle and breaking. So what's the difference between the two shampoos?
Shampoo from the store is designed to strip sebum oil from your skin so that it does not make your hair look greasy and stuck together. We all know how unappealing an oily head of hair can be, so it's pretty much necessary to rid your scalp of those oils if this is a look you want to prevent. Your beard, however, needs these oils to thrive, and that's where beard shampoo comes in.
Beard shampoo does not contain harsh chemicals, because any good manufacturer of such a product knows that these natural oils are vital for a healthy beard. Mountaineer Brand is 100 percent natural, so our wash contains no chemicals whatsoever. This will successfully give your beard the cleaning that it needs without drying it out and making you look like an untamed beast.
Now you may want to know how often you should wash your beard. Well, this is debatable. Some sources say you should wash every day, some every other day, and others say once a week. Our beard expert, Eric, owner of the Mountaineer Brand company says that twice a week should suffice. "You don't need to add a bunch of extra steps to your grooming routine", says Eric. "Keep it in the shower and wash it a couple times a week and follow with an oil, balm or both".
Keeping a clean beard is important, but making sure you're using the right kind of product to do so is crucial. If you're looking for a good wash, you've come to the right place. Our washes come in various scents and cost much less than our competitors. While you're here, check them out!
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Dear Bearded Men,
I would first like to start off by saying thank you, from the bottom of my beard loving heart. Why am I thanking you? Well, mainly because the hedge on your face is super appealing to me. I'm a beard connoisseur of sorts. I don't discriminate by length or thickness of beard. All bearded men are created equal. I've been surrounded by burly men my whole life, which is perhaps that's why I've acquired such wonderful taste. I know that I am not the only woman out there with such a mindset. There are many others just like me. A whole community of gals that want nothing more than to admire your handsome beard, and maybe even pet it every now and again. I would like for you to know why we love you.
1. Growing a Beard Takes Patience
Yes, it truly does. I have taken witness to this process several times. Fighting through the beginning stages of itchy skin, trimming the sides, cutting the mustache that is growing over your upper lip (because it so perfectly compliments your beard), maintaining it with Mountaineer Brand products (see what I did there?)... the list goes on and on. Well, patience truly is an admirable virtue, one that many women look for in a man. If you have such patience with your beard, it's likely that you're pretty patient in many other areas. Plus, it's a pretty good indicator that you don't give up on things you start!
2. It Makes You Look Distinguished
When I see a well maintained beard, positive associations encompass my mind...
"Hey, that guy has a beard. You know who else had a beard? Abe Lincoln. HONEST Abe"
"He has that beard, he must be pretty manly. I want a manly man that's not afraid to get his hands dirty"
Just a couple of examples
3. Other Men Respect You
This is also something that I have personally witnessed time and time again. My father has an enormous beard. Pretty much every time I've been out in public with him, another gentleman will hold the door for him, give him the "bro" nod, or say something like "what's up, boss?". They say every girl wants a man like her father. Since he is a well respected man (for many admirable reasons besides his beard I would like to add), I would say, yes, I do want a well respected man such as my daddio.
4. It Makes You a Bit Mysterious
You look sexy and confident, all while maintaining an image of dark sophistication. There's just something about a man with a well groomed bit of facial hair that gives him that mysterious edge.
5. It's a Symbol of Virility
Historically, the ability to grow a beard is attributed to the onset on manhood. Your beard shows that you are becoming older, wiser and more mature. These are all things that women desire. We want stability, and that's part of the package.
6. It's Fun to Play With
Seriously, it is. And guess what? A nice scratch will be such a treat for your face! I'd say there's a chance you would enjoy it ALMOST as much as I do :)
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST
7. It's What We're All About
Remember before I mentioned that my dad has an enormous beard? Odds are, if you're reading this you're aware that he is the owner of the Mountaineer Brand company. We love everything bearded. It's a big part of who we are, and our beard products are what gave us the start to a successful business that now offers a wide range of all natural products that everyone can enjoy. I love working for this company. The bearded community is what allows us to thrive. For that, I thank you with the utmost sincerity!
Stay Bearded, Gentlemen
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By Reader's Digest Editors
Kagan McLeod for Reader's Digest
FIRST IN FLIGHT
by Kay Lockridge, Santa Fe, New Mexico
The little Cessna had just cleared the pattern in its climb to 1,500 feet when my father said, “OK, we can land now.” With my newly minted private pilot’s license in hand, I had wanted him to be my first non-instructor passenger. I’d planned to circle the Michigan State University campus and come back to the university‑owned airport. I reminded him of this, and I’ll never forget what Dad said, more than 40 years ago: “I’m not fond of small planes. I just wanted you to know that I have confidence in you.”
“TALKING IS LIKE KETCHUP”
by Carmen Mariano, Braintree, Massachusetts
I sat in my dad’s living room reading one night while he watched television. An hour passed before I realized it, and I felt bad for not speaking during that time. I asked if he was OK, and he said yes. Then I apologized for not talking more. “Carmen,” Dad replied. “Talking is like ketchup. If you like the meat enough, you don’t need the ketchup—and if you like the company enough, you don’t need the conversation.” My dad never earned a college degree, but he was the smartest person I ever knew.
THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO FAMILY
by Rachel O’Connor, Westtown, New York
“Linda, look at the map!” My father slammed on the brakes, glaring at my mom. He didn’t believe in excessive planning, and so each summer we embarked on a spontaneous family road trip that didn’t always go smoothly. There were lots of late-night panics to find hotels, stops to ask for directions, and elevated tempers. One night, we picked up a hitchhiker somewhere in Kentucky. As we blasted the radio and my dad bought us all ice cream, the hitchhiker told me he’d give his life to have what I had.
BIG SHOES TO FILL
by Theresa Arnold, Tioga, Texas
I cleaned out Dad’s closet yesterday. There were two things I couldn’t box up: his work shirts and his two pairs of Red Wing boots. He couldn’t remember birthdays or anniversaries, but he remembered the date on which he’d bought his first pair. I remember it too—April 16, the day after Tax Day. What does a child do with her dad’s favorite boots? I think I will make a planter out of them or use them to store something valuable. You can’t throw away a man’s favorite boots. You’ve got to keep them and pass them down.
DAD’S SECRET SPOT
by Lucia Paul, Plymouth, Minnesota
My dad was a gardener before it was cool. He would proudly tell people, “I can grow just about anything.” He could—except for my beloved lilacs. He tried everything, with no luck or lilacs to show for his efforts. One night when I was a teen, it was raining in that way it does in Minnesota in April: violent and cleansing. I heard the creak of the side door, and he stood soaking wet, etched with scratches, holding an abundance of lilacs. “I found a secret lilac spot,” he said. “It wasn’t easy, but I got them.” That’s how he got everything.
by Nancy Perkins, St. Johns, Michigan
My dad died unexpectedly at age 78, leaving our family heartbroken. During the funeral mass, my sister felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She was a little surprised that someone would be calling her, knowing she was at dad’s funeral mass. Afterward, she found there was a message: “Hi, this is your dad,” said the male voice. “I wanted to let you know I made it home.” The caller obviously had the wrong number, but the message was clear. My dad had completed his journey to heaven and wanted us to know. Thanks, Dad—until we meet again.
THERE’S ALWAYS A FIRST
by Debbie Gunn, Bothell, Washington
My dad delivered bread for a living. We enjoyed each other’s company, so he’d drive home at lunchtime and I’d go with him. One day, we delivered to a large grocery store. When we pulled in back, the manager saw me and said, “I heard it’s your birthday, so go pick out anything in our toy aisle free.” I excitedly grabbed some paper dolls, but the big surprise was still ahead. Dad, the store manager, and the employees stood with a huge lit cake, singing me “Happy Birthday.” I’d turned seven, and this was my first-ever birthday party. Thanks, Dad!
by Mary Ellen Raneri, Latrobe, Pennsylvania
My dad sat straight up in bed and smiled at me. Even though his mouth was crusted with fever sores, he grinned a big grin from his unshaven face. Dementia had completely taken him from me—or so I thought, until he spoke to me. “Honey,” Dad almost seemed to sing the words. “What are you doing here?” My throat muscles ached from trying to talk and not cry. Choking back my tears, I half-sobbed, “Daddy, I’m here to especially see you. I love you, you know.” “Me too, honey,” he whispered. Then, still smiling, Daddy fell asleep.
HOW I LEARNED THE VALUE OF WORK
by Rudy Berdine, Irvine, California
My dad owned a fruit market on a busy street. The sidewalk in front of his store collected dust and trash, which needed to be swept daily. At age six, I used to hide behind bags of potatoes when my dad asked me to sweep, but while sweeping one day, I began to find dollar bills under the dust and trash. I had no idea where the money came from. My dad had been putting money on the sidewalk—and soon, I was happy to sweep even when no money was found.
A LESSON IN PATIENCE
by Robert Cronce, Brown City, Michigan
In the spring of 1960, I was riding with my dad on his milk route. He spotted a small turtle crossing the road, stopped to pick it up, and put in the glove compartment. He told me not to play with it until we got home. Of course, when he got back to the truck at our subsequent stop to pick up milk cans, I was crying over a fresh bite on my finger. The moral of the story: It’s wise to follow instructions. And if you are going to poke something, use a stick instead of your finger.
RICH IN CHARACTER
by Angely Mercado, Ridgewood, New York
My dad grew up in a peasant family in Puerto Rico. He had to work on a farm and didn’t have time for homework. When he arrived to class early one day, the professor informed him that he had the highest score in the district’s math exams. Dad told me that since he wasn’t a rich person’s child, no one cared: He was a jíbaro who showed up to school with dusty shoes. That was when I decided to keep achieving as much as I could in writing, even after graduation. I’d immortalize him. I owe him that much.
LOOK IT UP
by Saurav Thapa, Bangalore, India
I was reading an article in the newspaper when I came across a word I didn’t know. “Dad, what is the meaning of the word ostensibly?” My dad, as he usually did after work, was watching his favorite show. “You have a dictionary, don’t you?” he shot back. He didn’t even look at my face. I went back to my room, and there on my study table was that dictionary. Ten years have passed and I still use that dictionary, along with the lesson I received early in life from my old man: to be self-sufficient.
by Betty Plough, Traverse City, Michigan
As a young girl, I treasured the times I could go places with my dad. Working for a funeral home in the lower peninsula of Michigan, he had to deliver bodies to funeral homes in the upper peninsula. You had to take a car ferry to get there, and the wait in line was always long. We were in a black station wagon with a body in back covered by a sheet. I can still see the looks on people’s faces as they passed our car and glanced in the windows. It’s one of my most memorable trips with Dad.
DAD CAME THROUGH
by Katharine DiGiovanne, Scranton, Pennsylvania
In 2002, my dad’s company expanded its territory, requiring him to travel more. On average, he was away for ten days each month. My mom struggled to work a full-time job and raise three children alone. Since the private school I attended didn’t provide transportation, my parents enrolled me in public school. My dad missed my first day of school and I got bullied, which caused me to act out. He picked me up after I served my third Saturday detention, and he didn’t go to work the next week.