When puberty hit, so did acne and a need to cleanse my face on a regular basis; that means more than a scrub down in the shower in the morning. The first thing my mom bought me was a big jar of Noxzema.
I despised that big blue jar. I don't know if it was the smell of Noxzema (slightly offensive, but not too harsh) or the fact that she was making me wash my face (she nagged relentlessly). I don't even remember if it cleaned my face well. I just didn't care.
Years later, on a hunt for a new facial cleanser, I noticed a jar of Noxzema boldly sitting on the shelf in the pharmacy section. I studied the ingredients, intrigued by the natural oils included in the product. I thought I'd give it a shot.
The first time I used it, I noticed the odor, but decided it was not as strong as I remembered. My face tingled after washing, and I was pleasantly surprised. Unfortunately, after about two weeks of cleansing with Noxzema, I noticed my complexion was actually getting worse instead of better.
While using Noxzema was a slightly nostalgic experience, I don't recommend it for anyone looking for an effective cleanser. I'm glad I didn't waste more than $4.