CHAPTER 01 · WHY WE BUILT IT
Came home with hands that lost a fight with a transmission.
Andrey runs a garage door repair shop in the Kansas City metro. Real shop. Real grease. Real broken nails. Every night for years he'd come home, scrub for ten minutes, and still leave gray smudges on a white towel.
The industrial citrus stuff cracked his knuckles open by Wednesday. Mechanic's bar soap moved dirt around but didn't remove it. CVS hand cream made his hands feel sticky and his wife flinch.
So one weekend he started mixing his own out in the garage. Citric acid. Baking soda. A clean pumice grit. A balm with shea, lanolin, and beeswax for after.