It started at our kitchen table.
When my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, our family started reading every label in the house. Shampoo, moisturizer, the stuff under the sink. We swapped out what we could.
Deodorant was the one we couldn't solve. The clean ones we tried smelled like a spa and gave up before the night did. The ones that lasted came with ingredients we'd already cut.
So I started making my own. Plenty of batches and plenty of nights out later, my friends kept stealing it. That's STNK: made without the stuff we cleared out at home, made for the nights you don't want to end.



