- Value: 19/20
- Functionality: 20/20
- Quality/Ease of Use: 20/20
- Aesthetics: 17/20
- Redness Protection: 19/20
- TOTAL: 95/100
When it comes to the common cold, I’ve never balked at treating myself to the fancy tissues. (You know the kind infused with lotion? Yes, please.) But when my son was born a couple of years ago, I made a discovery that has permanently altered my “get well” strategy when it comes to triaging a sniffly, drippy, red and raw nose: Boogie Wipes.
Before you laugh at the very straightforward (ahem, kid-friendly) branding, listen up: This $4 pack of saline-soaked wipes was a game-changer during my son’s first cold. As in, it was the only “tissue” that he allowed us to bring near his face. In fact, after a day or two of use, he almost seemed to enjoy having his nose wiped. By the time his second cold of the season rolled around (hello, kids are germ factories), he had somehow learned to wipe his own nose. All thanks to his adoration of Boogie Wipes.
So it only made sense that, when I inevitably caught one of his colds, I should try the tissue upgrade I was shelling out $4 on to improve the health of my son.
They’ll seriously save your nose.
You guys, I now know that the lotion-infused tissues I previously loved are nothing compared to the soothing—and repairing—effect of Boogie Wipes, which are virtually wet wipes with healing properties. (Did I mention they’re also enriched with vitamin E, chamomile and aloe?)
I now keep up to four packs on hand in my household, regardless of whether or not anyone has a cold. I’m ready. I’ve also noticed that these guys are pretty much impossible for my local pharmacy to keep in stock. Further proof they really work.
But how’d they fare against the ultimate test?
My mother—the woman I trust to have a fix for everything—initially pooh-poohed my adoration for this $4 cold-fighting product, telling me the lotion-infused variety “works just fine.” Could she be converted?
After getting the sniffles one day, she asked me for a tissue. “I’ve got something better,” I said with a smirk, since she knew what I was about to offer up. Because she didn’t have any other options at her fingertips, she accepted. Moments later: “Oooh, these are pretty good.”
I rest my case. After all, if you can’t take my word for it, take my mother’s.