One evening I was running the dishwasher and I needed a spoon. It happens, there isn't a spoon to be found so you reach in while the wash is running. I was hit by a toxic plume of steam. You shouldn't have to hold your breath or run out of the kitchen coughing just to get a load of dishes sparkling clean.
Then I found Smarty Dish by Method. Oh yes, we did try other brands but none brought us such pure squeaky joy as the no phosphate, no bleach perfect oval diskettes. We have no more fear when reaching in for that illusive deep cleaned dish. I love you Smarty Dish thank you, my lungs and
skin thank you too.
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