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ABOUT US
At Frog City Farms, we specialize in crafting handmade, small-batch, cold-processed soaps and bath accessories that elevate your self-care routine to an art form. Each product is a testament to our dedication to using only the finest ingredients and supplies. We take immense pride in creating luxurious, affordable products that not only cleanse and nourish your skin but also transform your daily rituals into moments of indulgence.
Our meticulous manufacturing process and artisanal techniques ensure that every bar of soap is a masterpiece infused with love, care, and a touch of artistry. Experience the harmonious blend of beauty and function with our thoughtfully crafted creations, designed to pamper your skin and delight your senses. We make every batch 10 bars at a time, right outside of Williamsport, Pennsylvania.
THE STORY
Once upon a time, in a land not-so-far away (aka my kitchen), I dipped my webbed toes into the world of soap-making. Armed with melt-and-pour kits and questionable craft store molds, I was just a humble tadpole in a vast pond of soap artisans. But there was one thing I leap-frogged away from, lye. That stuff had me more nervous than a frog in a frying pan.
For years, I stayed in my safe little lily pad, making simple soaps and avoiding the dreaded cold process. But then, one fateful day, I decided it was time to take the plunge—like a bullfrog belly-flopping into a pond. And let me tell you, once I hopped into the world of real-deal, lye-based soap-making, there was no turning back.
Then came the great Soap Boom. Suddenly, my social media feeds were flooded with swirling, shimmering, otherworldly bars of soap—so glossy they could double as frog eggs. I had to make a choice: chase the viral trends and create high-shine, glow-in-the-dark, unicorn-inspired bars, or stick to my roots—earthy, natural, and as wholesome as a frog sunbathing on a lily pad. The choice was obvious.
So here I am, crafting all-natural soaps colored with plant-based goodness—because why mess with nature when it already makes magic? No neon swirls, no artificial glitter, just honest-to-goodness, ribbiting soap. My loving wife helps keep this soapy dream afloat, tolerating my endless experiments and the fact that our house perpetually smells like an enchanted frog bog (in the best way possible). And the name? An homage to our home, whose swampy lands bring in hundreds of frogs a year.
Welcome to my little swamp of suds—where the soaps are natural, the puns are plentiful, and every bath feels like a hoppy escape.