His name was Wilbur when he came off the municipal shelter transport. It didn't last. The trailer gate dropped, Filbur hit the ground, and before anyone could point him toward his pen, his snout was already pressed against the fenceline—nostrils wide, ears forward, whole body vibrating with a singular, urgent purpose. Because on the other side of that fence? Girls. Not food. Not freedom. Not the disoriented confusion you'd expect from a pot-bellied pig who'd just been surrendered and hauled across town in a trailer. No. Filbur's very first act as a sanctuary resident was to locate every female pig within sniffing distance and flirt his absolute heart out. We're talking full-body commitment. The strutting. The grunting. The pressing himself against the fence like a teenager at a concert barricade. Day after day, morning to evening, Wilbur worked that fenceline like it was his job—like he'd been hired specifically to charm every sow on the property and he was not about to get a bad performance review. Naturally, "Wilbur" didn't stick. First it was "Flirty Wilbur." Then just "Filbur." It wasn't a decision anyone made. It was a drift—the kind of nickname that earns itself so thoroughly it overwrites the original. And then came the neuter. Now, in a reasonable world, a freshly neutered pig would take the hint. Slow down. Reflect. Maybe develop an interest in mud wallows or afternoon naps. Filbur? Filbur did not get that memo. For weeks after his surgery, segregated from the ladies for his own recovery, he was still at it—still flirting through the fence, still throwing everything he had at anyone who'd look his way, still absolutely certain that this whole "separation" thing was a temporary misunderstanding and his public needed him. It took him right up until about a week before he was cleared to rejoin general population before he finally, finally, leveled out. Not because the charm faded. Because the desperation did. Filbur didn't stop being flirty. He just stopped being frantic about it. He settled into what he always was underneath the hormone-fueled fenceline campaign: a sweet, goofy, irrepressibly social pig who just genuinely likes everyone—and wants everyone to like him back. That's Filbur. Fresh start. Flirty forever. The Soap We wanted a fragrance that captured that energy—the breezy, can't-help-himself, light-on-his-hooves charm that makes Filbur Filbur. So we went fresh. Fruity. A little floral. The kind of scent that winks at you from across the room and somehow gets away with it. Top notes of bright grapefruit, sweet clementine, and ripe strawberry open like Filbur hitting that fenceline for the first time—bold, sunny, zero hesitation. The heart softens into juicy peach, black currant, and rose petals, because even the biggest flirt has a tender side. And underneath it all, a sweet white musk and gentle sweeps of peony round everything out—warm, clean, and easy, like the pig he became once the hormones stopped yelling. Super fine pumice gives this bar a gentle exfoliating texture—enough grit to polish without being harsh, perfect for all skin types. Think of it as Filbur's energy in bar form: a little bit of scrub, a lot of sweetness, and the kind of freshness that doesn't try too hard because it doesn't have to. Why Choose Cleanpunk Soaps? We believe soap should be as delightful as it is kind. When we started soaping, we saw two extremes: bold, colorful soaps loaded with toxins, or simple, essential-oil-only soaps that lacked… character. Cleanpunk bridges the gap with vibrant, artistic designs made for the eco-conscious soul. 🌈 Cruelty-Free: Be kind to all living things 🦧 Palm-Free: Save the orangutans 👃 Phthalate-Free Fragrances: No endocrine disruptors — gentle on you, and the environment 💖 Plastic-Free Sparkle: No microplastics harming our oceans 🖍️ Ethically Sourced Colorants: No child labor, ever Product Details Each slice of soap is 2.75" x 2.5" x 1", 4oz, and washes hands for about 2–3 months in most homes. If you use it for showering, make that 3 weeks! Ingredients: Made with 🌾 Shea butter 🥥 Coconut oil 🫒 Olive oil 🌱 Rapeseed Oil 🌻 Sunflower oil 🍙 Rice bran oil 🌱 Castor oil Each purchase donates a fixed dollar amount to Steampunk Farms Rescue Barn — helping provide feed, vet care, shelter, and the steady support that keeps animals like Filbur safe. Not a percentage. Not a maybe. A fixed amount, every time.