I built the place I needed.
I spent my teens and twenties hiding my sweat. Burned armpits from DIY remedies, switching between deodorants that stopped working after a week, bathing three times a day, wearing only black to hide the patches. By the time I discovered Driclor, I'd already lost years to shame and self-consciousness.
That's why I built Savannah Bloom — not as a business, but as the place I needed back then. Somewhere that understands hyperhidrosis isn't vanity. Somewhere that actually works.
— Founder, Savannah Bloom
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When I hit my teens, I realized my body was different. My school uniforms had sweat patches before lunch. I could smell myself, body odor I couldn't wash away no matter how many times I showered. I tried what I knew: lime, ashes, traditional Ghanaian remedies. Nothing stopped it.
I wasn't reclusive by nature. I just... hid. In class, at home, around my mates — there was always this thing I had to manage, something that kept me small.
By SHS, I was desperate. I made my own solution: baking soda and shea butter. It worked at first. Then it burned. My armpits were raw, painful, constantly inflamed. But I kept using it because the alternative, letting people see me sweat, felt worse.
University was the same story, just with different products. Deodorants. Antiperspirants. I'd find one that worked for a week, maybe two, then it would stop. So I'd switch. And switch again. Nothing held. I'd bathe three times a day, wear only black, drape scarves around myself — anything to hide the sweat. I still wasn't living. I was just managing.
That's when I decided to actually research what was happening to me. I learned there was a name for it. I learned I wasn't broken. And then I found Driclor.
For the first time in years, the sweat actually stopped. Not temporarily. Not until the next week. It stayed stopped. From that point until now, it's been working. I barely use it anymore. I'm finally free.
But I remember what it felt like to be trapped. To choose what to wear based on whether it would show sweat. To bathe three times a day out of shame. To try remedies that burned my skin because I was desperate.
That's why I built Savannah Bloom. Not because I wanted a business. Because I wanted the place I needed back then. Somewhere that understood hyperhidrosis isn't vanity — it's real. Somewhere that knew what actually worked. Somewhere that cared for your skin after treatment, because relief shouldn't cost you comfort.