It’s called Oxi Clean Max Force and it is a miracle worker. I kid you not. This stuff is the shit. If you do not own a bottle of this, I suggest you stop what you are doing this very minute and get your butt down to the Stop & Shop and purchase yourself one. You will not be disappointed.
I am, by nature, a stain maker. I even have a bad habit of staining DH’s clothes. And I don’t even wear his clothes. That is as much of a mystery as this cleaner is. How his clothes happen to appear dirtier after a wash. I don’t know what they put in this stuff, but it is truly amaze-balls. A-MAZE-BALLS. I don’t care if it causes some weird neurological twitch that will appear in 20 years. Because I am not stopping. It’s like a drug and I am an addict.
I have a confession. I have been using it for some time. My mother suggested it when I was complaining to her about stains and my inability to remove them. But the enormity of its power didn’t quite hit me until yesterday when it took a ridiculously hideous stain out of a fairly new shirt. A stain that has been washed in hot water at least twice and sealed even further by an iron set on the hottest, steamiest setting.
I am not lying when I tell you that it gets stains out that have been there for years. YEARS! When I realized this, I scoured every closet and drawer in my house. I got together crap that hasn’t been worn in ages because of stains. And let me tell you, there was quite the pile. This stuff took out all of it. All Of it! Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. If it doesn’t work, I’ll eat my stainless shirt.Mo