I Tried Natural Deodorant for a Month—This is What Happened
During this pandemic, you hear about folks making the most of their extra time by learning a new language or starting a vegetable garden from scratch. Me? I’m using the opportunity to switch to natural deodorant.
If that sounds underachieving, consider this.
Ever since I was kid, I’ve been a sweaty person. Even at 34, I’m still hyper-aware of my body odour, and have harboured serious doubts about natural deodorant being up to the job. Nevertheless, I know it’s the healthier choice. Conventional antiperspirants use aluminum and parabens—among other chemical ingredients—to plug pores. Natural deodorants, on the other hand, rely on botanical ingredients that allow the good bacteria in your pits to flourish so that—eventually—you’ll be less stinky than before.
The key word there is “eventually.” From everything I’ve read on the subject, there’s a transitional phase (complete with transitional smells) as the botanical odour blockers work on your body chemistry. Apparently, it can take up to four weeks for your natural deodorant to kick in—if it does at all—which made our current state of social distancing the perfect time to try this switch.
Choosing a natural deodorant
My first challenge was to choose a natural deodorant that wouldn’t irritate my sensitive pits, so I asked friends of mine who preach the gospel of natural deodorant for recommendations in a group chat. One swore by No Pong, a Canadian-made deodorant that uses a blend of coconut oil, beeswax and baking powder. The ingredient list looked promising, but it lost me at the application: the creamy formula comes in a tin and has to be massaged into your pits by hand. No thank you.
Another vouched for Vapour AER Next Level deodorant in Palo Santo Blood Orange, which sounded luxurious—and had a price tag to match. $30 for a stick of deodorant? Hard pass.
The final recommendation was Weleda’s Citrus 24h roll-on deodorant. It turns out it’s available at my local grocery store, comes in a roll-on format (my fave), smells like a citrus-forward gin and tonic (another fave) and costs less than $10. I had my winner.
This natural deodorant wasn’t in for an easy first day on the job. Having just moved in to a new home, I’d planned some serious painting projects that would truly put this product through its paces.
Post-shower, I gave my underarms several passes of the roll-on. The first sign I overdid it was my husband asking if I was wearing a new fragrance when I walked by. This coming from a man who is “nose blind” to most scents.
Alas, that heavy, heady scent was not to last. As I moved around the house with my paint roller, I noticed a funky smell start to crop up around midday. With my arms over my head for most of the day, there was no concealing it—the funk was turning into stank. I promptly applied a second coat (of natural deodorant, not paint) and it was smooth sailing for the rest of the day.
Not bad, all in all. My workouts are normally pretty fierce, but painting had me sweating even harder than my regular routine, so I was prepared to cut the deodorant some slack.
For the most part, week one went—and smelled—pretty good. Week two, however, is when the stank hit the fan.
Is this how much human beings actually sweat without antiperspirant, I wondered? By this point, I was sweating so much, I was having to change my shirt by noon every day. It wasn’t just the discomfort of feeling like a moist rag—I smelled like one too. The smell was familiar, but it had been a while since my own body odour had filled my nostrils with such intensity, triggering long-forgotten shame and anxiety that I hadn’t known since I was in middle school.
I texted a friend who had recently transitioned to natural deodorant and asked her if the excess sweat was normal. She assured me it was all part of the process and explained that since I’m not using antiperspirant anymore, my sweat glands are no longer blocked. The unclogged glands are now overcompensating, producing more sweat and, in turn, generating more odour-causing bacteria. “It’s only temporary,” she said soothingly, suggesting that I wash my underarms with soap and water when things start to get smelly in order to keep the bacteria at bay.
I ended up buying a charcoal soap from Kaia Naturals that’s designed to pair with natural deodorant. I discovered that washing my underarms before applying my roll-on really cut down on the smell, but the sweat itself was still coming in hot.
By the start of week three, my B.O. had begun to fade, but the excessive sweat was still an issue—especially after my morning run.
Running had been my salvation during quarantine. Every day at 6:30 a.m., I’d pound the pavement for a meditative sweat sesh. Trouble was, several hours after I’d got home and showered, with a fresh coat of natural deodorant applied to my squeaky clean underarms, my sweat glands were still flowing like faucets—and I was tired of it. I’m not going lie; there were a few moments when I was tempted to reach for my husband’s antiperspirant. I just wanted to smell good again.
I reached out to my natural deodorant support group via chat and told them I was heading for a relapse. Everyone told me to stay the course, but I needed a solution—stat. Perhaps realizing how close I was to falling off the wagon, a friend who’s a yoga instructor suggested I try an “armpit detox.” She swore to me that the detox—a do-it-yourself topical solution—helped change the way her body responded to aluminum-free products. I was skeptical, but also desperate.
After some light Googling, I settled on an armpit detox recipe that sounded harmless enough: 1 tsp of apple cider vinegar (is there anything it can’t do?), 1 tbsp of bentonite clay (available at most health food stores), and 2 tbsp of water, mixed into a paste. I whipped up a batch, applied the paste to my pits—and then realized I’d have to keep my arms raised for 20 minutes. Cut to me lying topless on the bathroom floor. After only five minutes, however, my underarms were on fire, so I jumped in the shower to wash it off.
The attempt at the “detox” was an epic fail that left me with underarms that weren’t just red and stinging, but now reeking of apple cider vinegar.