Smells Like Bug Spray, Burns Like Regret

 IMBHO Review by a Mom Who Just Wants to Smell Okay Without Burning Her Armpits Off

Let’s set the stage. I’m fresh out of the shower, kids are yelling, dog is barking, coffee’s cold—and I’m trying to twist the cap off this new Humble deodorant like I’m cracking a safe on “Ocean’s Eleven.”

Spoiler: I almost pulled a muscle. Either that cap was forged in the fires of Mount Doom or I’m weaker than I thought. To be brutally honest, it wasn’t the confidence boost I needed before 8 AM.

Anyway, after an embarrassing struggle and a few muttered threats, the cap finally popped off. And then it hit me.

THE SMELL.

Let’s say “Lemongrass & Sage” on the label had me expecting an herbal spa of some sort. You know—light, herbal smell, like a yoga instructor who also grows herbs in a reclaimed mason jar.

What did I get instead? Bug spray. Like full-on “we’re going camping, and the mosquitoes are militant.” I did a double sniff just to be sure.

Yep. Definitely eau de citronella.

Now, I’m not a scent snob. I’ve powered through worse. If something works, I will deal.

I wore patchouli some days in college, y’all (not a popular scent, but my best friend got me hooked on essential oils).

But I had hope—because my skin is ridiculously sensitive. Think “breaks out if someone talks about fragrance too loudly” sensitive.

Most deodorants either give me a rash, burn like hell, or just straight-up ghost me halfway through the day and leave me out here smelling like regret.

So I gave Humble a shot.

First day? Not bad! I smelled fine (bug spray-ish, but fine), didn’t itch, didn’t break out, and I got a solid four, maybe five hours of coverage. Not marathon-ready, but enough to survive a Target run and one breakdown over lost lunchboxes.

But day two? Ohhh, buddy. The burn came on like a slow betrayal.

That familiar stinging, “why do I do this to myself” feeling that usually ends with me slathering coconut oil on my pits and reevaluating my life choices.

The disappointment hit hard. I wanted to like this one. It had minimalist packaging, good ingredients, and the whole “I‘m-a-clean-girl-who-does-sweaty-pilates” vibe.

Instead, I ended up rubbing coconut oil under my arms and airing them out like a weirdo every time I walked past the freezer section.

So here’s the deal: If your skin can handle it and you don’t mind smelling like natural bug deterrent (which, now that I think about it, maybe it would work for a bug deterrent?),

this might be your jam. I’ve seen rave reviews. Maybe those armpits are built differently. But me? I got humbled, real quick.

Final thoughts: My husband will finish the stick because we are not quitters (and I paid for it), but I won’t be repurchasing.

A very Humble IMBHO-NO.