Duke Cannon doesn’t mince words, but he’s gentleman enough to spare tender ears when he skins a knuckle as he’s changing a tire. Instead of cussing, he’ll resort to the universal alternative that’s almost as satisfying to holler: Oh, fu…dge! In true Duke fashion, he has channeled his pent-up pain and outrage into a soap that pays sweet homage to men who can hold their tempers, tongues and spirits. It lathers up quickly to whisk away grime, odors and foul moods. And the scent? A whiff of rich, subtle fudge that’ll make him smell almost good enough to eat.