Located north of the Gila River in southern Arizona are hot springs known as Agua Caliente. This land was once a stagecoach stop for the Butterfield Overland mail and situated just six miles from Fort Yuma, making it a favorite place for soldiers to cool down.
In 1897, Agua Caliente was home to an exclusive 22-room resort. Sadly, water from the springs was used for the guests as well as irrigation in the area, which resulted in the springs drying up. The 2,700 acre property is now privately owned - with little to no water available for farming.
We wanted to do a tribute to Agua Caliente in its original state, and so we have created a beautiful spring soap filled with soap dough flowers and a creative, airy design.
Jasmine is at the foreground of the fragrance with just a hint of vanilla and lily, along with a touch of plumeria. The floral notes entice and relax, just as we imagine the hot springs did.
We wanted this soap to be very fluid to create this design, so we chose super nourishing, skin-loving cocoa and shea butters, and organic oils. The bright violet and green colors reflect it's colorful personality. This is the perfect springtime soap!
You can also have this soap added to any of our gift kits. Email or message me for details!
If you love history, read this excerpt from John Ross Browne and how he described his visit to the Agua Caliente Springs from Grinnel's Station in 1864:
An abundant supply of water flows from the Aqua Caliente. We had a glorious bath in the springs next morning, which completely set us up after the dust and grit of the journey. They lie near the point of the hill, about a mile and a half from Martin's. I consider them equal to the baths of Damascus, or any other in the world. The water is of an exquisite temperature, and possesses some very remarkable qualities in softening the skin and soothing the nervous system.
A Mr. Belcher lived at this place for four years, surrounded by Apaches. Indeed it was not quite safe now; and I could not but think, as Poston, White, and myself sat bobbing about in the water, what an excellent mark we made for any prowling Tontos that might be in the vicinity. It was here that the Indians who had in captivity the Oatman girls made their first halt after the massacre of the family. The barren mountains in the rear, and the wild and desert appearance of the surrounding country, accorded well with the impressive narrative of that disaster.