The process itself felt almost ritual-like. I sprayed the cool mixture across my scalp, massaging gently with my fingertips to help it sink in. Then I misted the rest of my hair until it was damp but not dripping.
The scent of vinegar was sharp at first, but not unbearable. With the shower cap secured, I felt confident it wouldn’t dry out overnight. I wrapped the towel around my pillow just in case, turned off the light, and drifted into sleep—half curious, half skeptical.
