At Pit Liquor, we’re committed to creating strong, effective products without sacrificing our beliefs. When we set out to pair delicious-smelling soaps with our ultra-effective, organic deodorants, we knew there would be no compromising our ethics. After searching high and low, we found Simi and her awesome, Colorado-based soap making company Muddy Mint.
My mom took me to the pediatrician at seven years old because I had body odor. She was convinced something was wrong with me. Perhaps I was suffering from Trimethylaminuria (fish odor disease), or starting puberty very early. The doctor, who always handled my mother’s anxiety and late night phone calls with grace and gentleness, assured her that I just needed to scrub better under my pits because I was a bit smellier than the other kids.
Obviously, the problem got worse once I hit puberty. No kid’s body odor situation deescalates from seven to thirteen. Plus, living in Central Florida isn’t exactly conducive to not sweating. The only time I got a break was one week in January when temperatures dipped below seventy degrees. So, instead of stuffing my bra, I stuffed my armpits with folded up paper towels to create a buffer between them and my light yellow uniform shirt.
Middle school was hard enough, especially when you’re two heads taller than all the boys - and most of the girls. I had to get pit stains out of the mix if I was to survive. Eventually, the doctor put me on a prescription deodorant, of which 20% was aluminum. It was the early aughts-- tanning beds, Furbies, and Limewire were popular. No one knew any better.
Fast forward to adulthood. My braces and nail biting habit were gone, but my body odor was here to stay. My friends (God bless them for their honesty) never failed to let me know that I needed a little refresh. I stashed deodorant sticks in every bag and would frequently visit the bathroom for a little bird bath when on a date. I could not get away with a natural deodorant product, despite my best efforts.
I needed the chemicals and I needed them badly. Moving into a van didn’t help the issue. Roaming around solo for a year with no running water got me super comfortable with my body odor, but I can’t speak to how the gas station attendants, campground hosts, and unassuming baristas felt. I tried several popular natural brands, lemon wedges smuggled away from the bar caddy, and face toner. Nothing worked. At least I was never truly alone, with my armpit bacteria along for the ride.
Like all of the best things, Pit LIquor came into my life unexpectedly. And honestly, I didn’t believe it would work for me. I mean, alcohol and some essential oils? Couldn’t I just concoct this by myself with a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the drugstore for $0.99 cents? Nevertheless, I tried a few sprays of my boyfriend’s Whiskey Vanilla. It killed my odor instantly, which was a pleasant surprise. But I wasn’t sold.
I continued to use it over the next few days but returned to my regular travel size powder fresh (yuck, I know, but powder fresh was the only thing that smothered my typical lox-bagel-extra-red-onion scent). Like earworms and chia seeds, something about Pit Liquor was sticking with me.
Then my deodorant spirit guides stepped in to facilitate a slow stroll past a shelf of Pit Liquor at the local market. Compared to my $2.99 travel size conventional stick, it was certainly a splurge. However, my pits had been drinking aluminum for the past seventeen years and I wasn’t a stranger to splurging on fun items that caught my eye - 4th of July costumes, a surfboard I’ve used once, etc. After a first, second, and maybe third thought, I grabbed the Coconut Lime variety and plopped it into my basket.
To say I’ve never looked back wouldn’t be entirely true. I forgot it last time I traveled and used a conventional roll on in a pinch. But 99% of the time, the pretty glass bottle comes along. I’m still genuinely surprised that it works so well, doesn’t make me smell like booze, and doesn’t stain my shirts. On particularly sweaty days, I’ll need a refresh toward the afternoon. But other than that, my pits are just good to go. I get to let my body sweat, like nature intended. I get to put healthy, effective ingredients on my body and rest assured they are doing no harm. I get to smell like real lavender, real oranges, or real vanilla. But most importantly, I get to do the wave at large events without assaulting neighboring nostrils. It really was that simple all along.
But hey, Pit Liquor is all about transparency so I want you to know that I write for this company. You’ll see my name on some other blog posts, although none as personal as this. However, I started writing for them because I love their products so much. If I can shepherd others down the path to healthy, odor-free armpits, confidence in their bodies, and pride in the way they show up in the world, then hell yes—my English Lit degree wasn’t a waste afterall! I’m changing the world, Mom, one pair of pits at a time.
The fact that you use Pit Liquor already tells the world that you’re a badass, conscious consumer who cares about their body and the environment. Go you! But did you know that the scent you choose might also have a little something to say about your personality?
Your fun-loving and adventurous spirit knows no-bounds and truly thrives in the scorching summertime. Despite soaring temperatures, you throw on a yellow swimsuit and coverup then bike to the river to bathe in mama nature’s chilly waters. You’ve recently started letting your body hair grow because you're so over modern beauty standards but you’re not totally sure you like how it looks and feels - yet. You’re definitely a kid at heart and not totally sold on the adulting thing so you shirk some responsibilities - like parking tickets, anything post office related, and bringing that box of clothes to the thrift store. However, you are responsible enough to hold down a few jobs that allow you to buy farmers market produce and afford a new pair of Birkenstocks. Priorities, baby.
Whiskey Old Fashioned
You’re a crisp white shirt and blue jeans kind of guy or gal. Your collection of bolo ties is something to marvel at and you’ll always choose John Wayne over John Krazinski. As a child, your parents giggled at your “old soul” as you steeped a cup of Earl Grey before cozying up with a good comic book. Now, you’re an elegant adult who has both a typewriter and a record collection because life is meant to be savoured in a slow, meaningful way. Even if that means you have to lug a heavy typewriter and complete collection of Agatha Christie novels around every time you move apartments, you’ll bite the bullet and do it. John Wayne would be proud. Whiskey Old Fashioned sold out? Make your inner Annie Oakley proud with Whiskey Lavender.
Roses & Champagne
Oh you fancy, huh? Well why the hell wouldn’t you be? Life’s too short not to treat yourself to a dozen roses and champagne in your cereal. You’re decadent and your friends love you for it. You take things over the top - surprise birthday party for your cat complete with 200 balloons? You went there and it was so damn fun for everyone, except the cat. It’s likely that you have a few too many vintage dresses in your closet that you haven’t found an excuse to wear. No worries, you’ll throw a Queen’s Gambit-themed party one day soon and you won’t need to shop for an outfit. But you probably will anyway.
You’re always on island time baby and we ain’t mad about it. Start times really are just a suggestion and you always roll up looking cool as a cucumber, ready to go with the flow no matter where it takes you. You're a windows down-AC on type and your low fuel light is constantly on. But you’ll be fine for a few more miles, surely. Nothing ruffles your feathers, not a global pandemic, not a tumultuous election, not even when Jamba Juice runs out of pineapple and can’t make your favorite Caribbean Passion smoothie. If on the off chance you get the slightest bit flustered you simply pause and ask yourself, “WWJBD” or “What Would Jimmy Buffet Do”?
Move over Paul Bunyan. There’s a new lumberjack in town and he wears that flannel well. You spend your leisure time building the tiny home of your dreams that you’ll soon whisk away to the mountains. Cold winter mornings don’t bother you, in fact, you love the excuse to split wood out back with your grandfather’s ax, then come in from the cold and sip a cup of strong black coffee, only to feel your beard grow thicker and even more luxuriant. Your loofah is a pine cone and you’ve recently decided to only eat meat that you hunt yourself. It may be a lean winter but you’ve almost perfected your rabbit stew recipe.
Find your perfect scent, here.
Some people claim that you have to detox your pits before a new natural deodorant really works. Is that true?