Shaka Laka Lip Blaka

It might sound funny—in this manliest of manly outdoor sports known as fly fishing—for someone to talk about lip balm.

But, dang it, I’ve lived in the Colorado high country for 20 years now, and every year until now, I’ve developed a semi-permanent split on my lower lip. It showed up every November, and did not leave until at least April. Every time I saw the dentist, I heard about it. (The only thing that saved me from a referral to an oncologist was that the fissure tended to migrate, month by month, left to right.)

In my opinion, ChapStick is weak. Carmex is greasy. Burt’s Bees… whatever, nature boy.

On a trip to Hawaii last summer, I came across Shaka Laka Lip Blaka. Open the cap, smell the coconut… feel like you’re in the tropics (or 14 years old when the girl next to you in the lounge chairs by the public swimming pool in suburban Milwaukee opened her bottle of Hawaiian Tropic.)  Now, as much as I’d like to imagine teams of Hawaiian maidens in grass skirts brewing up big cauldrons of this magic island kissing potion, truth is, last I checked, the stuff was made in Utah.

Never mind that. It works. In the mountains, in the tropics, in between… better than any other lip balm I’ve used. I’m no red hot lover, but I’ve fished a ton in the sun. And I carry the Shaka wherever I go now.

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  • http://pulse.yahoo.com/_IE4D2EKHBO7UWLUG4LSEIPJSYM Lisa Sweet

    Kirk, I used to use Shaka Laka until I realized all the artificial stuff in it.  I use Buddha Balm now and it’s 1000 times better.  Cool blog.