This is the place to spill the beans, yes? When it comes to deodorant/antiperspirant, I'm a "clinical strength" kind of girl. After a traumatic experiment with Drysol as a teen (might as well have lit a fire in my armpit), the emergence of Secret and Dove's gentler medical-grade formulas was a Godsend. I had that body part covered, thank you very much. Then, a few weeks ago, a perky publicist said, "Have you tried Donna Karan's deodorant? It's incredible—people can't get enough of it." Really? Visions of ladies on Madison Avenue, carefree in perfectly dry, clingy silk blouses with high armholes, flashed through my head. No way this stuff—a classic, powdery roll-up—could withstand a day of pounding the pavement (my life). But it came home with me and, as fate would have it, my trusty tube of Secret ran out the next day. So I dove right in and applied the DK on freshly-shaved underarms. No stinging. That was the first promising sign. The rest is history, because I've reached for this ever since—it's really good. And, though I usually opt for fragrance-free varieties, the scent is lovely and subtle. Apparently during the holidays they sold value packs of two—is it Christmas yet?