Coochy v. Baby Powder: A Cheek-to-Cheek Comparison

I have been shaving my bikini line for a long time, folks. Growing up I was a precocious child, hormonally at least, and have been partaking in the joys of pubic hair removal since young tweenhood. I am a fast learner, y'all. It did not take me long to realize that razor burn is not acne. Or that it is preventable. Or that dousing my freshly razored bits in after-shave was not nearly effective enough to forgive the awful itching burn of alcohol on an open wound. So I shaved sparingly, and lived with razor burn.

But then, at some point in my life, I met a stripper. And she introduced me to baby powder. The rest is history.

So when I received Coochy for review, I was skeptical. I could not review this product without acknowledging the competition existing between the two shaving supplements. So I tried both, on separate occasions, and at once, side by side, if you catch my drift.

When felt side by side, Coochy and baby powder are nearly identical. Coochy feels a hair finer, and seems to leave more of a velvety residue, while the baby powder disappeared completely and instantly into my skin. This is a matter of preference, and one that I noticed more on my hands than on my actual bikini line, but I still like the silky finish of Coochy.

Although chafing is not an issue I'm searching to remedy, Coochy would be a much better solution than baby powder because of this quality. I've never felt so confusingly dry and slippery, and the feeling lasted for at least an hour before I totally forgot about it.

Yes, I tasted Coochy for this review. I was pleased to find that Coochy had no detectable flavor. A little chalkier than the baby powder, possibly because of the velvety sheen it leaves, but overall not at all noticeable if I weren't looking (or licking) for it.

Obviously, the baby powder smells like baby powder, which is a scent I absolutely hate. Coochy smells very similar, stronger, and soapier, as if it is trying to 'cover up' a powder-based scent. The fragrance of Coochy makes a desperate effort not to smell like a nursery, ungracefully stumbling to the opposite end of the spectrum into an old woman's boudoir. And it lingers. My god, does that smell stick with you, and it is not a compliment to my natural post-coital aroma.

Both products worked very similarly. After a few days worth of daily application, both sides of my bikini line are faring equally well. They even smell similar. Coochy is easier to use, and I tend to use less of it due to the packaging and puff-ball applicator. Coochy does leave a subtle, lavender-hued sheen on my skin which I attribute the mica listed in the ingredients. Baby powder, when properly rubbed in, leaves no trace of use aside from a subtle powdery scent.

I realize that by now I take my lack of razor-burn for granted. Unlike the other reviewers, I am not particularly stunned by the outcome of this product because I am used to having a flawless finish after I shave. This product works. What else was it supposed to do?

Coochy's packaging is way cute. The container sits nicely in the palm of my hand, and doesn't look out of place in a bathroom. Coochy comes with a fluffy applicator that sits on a plastic sieve inside the jar. Unfortunately, I had a hard time coaxing the product out of this sieve. I tried closing the jar and shaking it - nothing. I tried lightly (and then firmly) knocking the bottom of the container on my countertop - better, but not enough for a single application. I only managed to get a suitable portion when I knocked it on its side. Done with a heavy hand, this risked wasting precious Coochy fairy dust.

Overall, I really cannot endorse Coochy over the old standby of Johnson&Johnson. While Coochy does throw in a few luxury touches to boost its appeal, when it comes to getting the job done, it is merely a gilded tub of baby powder, one that I cannot justify purchasing for three times the price. Personally, I'd rather have some innocent, all-purpose baby powder in my bathroom over something with COOCHY emblazoned across it, anyway.