Why I Finally Switched to Japanese Pomade
I never really understood the buzz around japanese pomade until the barber in the tiny, basement-level Tokyo shop used a dab of it upon my hair final summer. Before that, I'd spent yrs cycling through the typical suspects—those sticky gel from the drugstore or the expensive clays from fancy boutiques that constantly seemed to depart my hair experiencing like dried hay. But after that one session, I actually realized I'd already been doing it all incorrect. ...