These New Peeling Pads Will Give You the Best-Looking/Smelling Armpits of Your Life

Oh hey, summer.

The K-beauty world has a way of clueing us in to things we never knew we needed. The latest instance? Underarm perfume peeling pads. I discovered the chemical-peel-for-your-pit offering on Korean e-tailer Althea and have since become fascinated.The kitschy kit comes with perfumed peeling pads that deodorize, moisturize, and remove dirt/sweat/flakes, while a brightening cream lightens up any discoloration.

With the excess skin, ingrown hairs, and whatnot, I've always thought of the underarm area as not inherently attractive in a fact-of-life-kind of way—why obsess over it? In fact, as women from Sophia Loren to Miley Cyrus have taught us, not giving a f**k when it comes to your pits is cool and liberating.

But still, I'm not too proud to admit that I get slightly envious when J.Lo lifts her arms and reveals virtually flawless—even glowy you might say—armpits. So if it is smooth, even-toned, poreless, and sweet-smelling underarms you crave this summer, then what's the harm? After all, the baby-powder-scented formula does have the powerful, yet just-gentle-enough active ingredients to back up its claims. 

For one, it's got fruit-derived AHAs (Alpha Hydroxy Acids)—said to be beloved by Cleopatra—that act as natural exfoliants, as well as BHAs (Beta Hydroxy Acids), which removes sebum and cleans out pores. Plus, it contains niacinamide, which has a great reputation for treating uneven skin, as well as healing marks left behind by blemishes, irritation, or, you know, dry-shave razor nicks. (Not that we do that or anything. Ahem.)

Angel Factory Under-Arm Perfume Peeling Pads, $18;

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Lauren Valenti
Beauty Editor

Lauren is the former beauty editor at Marie Claire. She love to while away the hours at coffee shops, hunt for vintage clothes, and bask in the rough-and-tumble beauty of NYC. She firmly believes that solitude can be a luxury if you’ve got the right soundtrack—that being the Rolling Stones, of course.