Number 29 Soaps

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to Number 29 Soaps. The sun was just peeking over the rooftops, casting an unusual glow on the usually quiet street. As he unloaded boxes of fragrant soaps, he noticed something strange—all the soap bottles seemed to be whispering softly to each other. The delivery driver cocked his head, listening intently. Just then, one bottle cleared its throat and said, 'Excuse us, but could you please stop dropping us?' Startled, the man apologized profusely, and from that day on, Number 29 Soaps became known for their friendly customer service—even if it meant talking soap.

2. A curious old lady was browsing through Number 29 Soaps one afternoon when she overheard two employees discussing something unusual. 'Did you notice,' whispered one, 'how our new shipment of lavender soap seems to change shape every few hours?' ‘I think it’s some kind of optical illusion,’ suggested another employee, tilting his head curiously. The old lady smiled and quietly left, muttering under her breath that maybe they should ask the delivery driver next time. As it turned out, the soap was just a cleverly designed gimmick—a marketing stunt from the supplier, meant to attract attention but not quite what everyone had expected.

3. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, every Wednesday at exactly 4 PM, a faint scent of lavender would waft from Number 29 Soaps. No one knew where it came from or why, but soon neighbors began stopping by just for that mysterious fragrance. One day, a delivery driver noticed the scent and followed his nose through back alleys until he found himself in front of an old perfume factory down the street. Turns out, Number 29 Soaps was just a clever marketing trick—an urban legend created by the factory owners to attract customers! Ever since then, whenever anyone asked where the smell came from, everyone laughed and said, ‘It’s just the soap fairy spreading her magic.’

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Number 29 Soaps with a crate marked ‘Special Order.’ As he unlocked the door, he noticed a strange mist swirling around the soap dispensers. Curious, he opened one of the soaps and found it smelled like freshly baked bread. Smiling, he rubbed some on his face—it felt silky smooth. From then on, whenever someone needed a good scrub or wanted to smell like a bakery, they’d pop in for a bar from Number 29 Soaps. And yes, that special order? It turned out to be a batch of soap made from leftover croissants from the local café.