Alcohol denat in hairspray

Hi o/ I DID take the time to check the products lists and I didn't see hairsprays on there, so I thought I would reach out for help in the sub.
I am trying to find a good hairspray for hold, frizz help, and obviously drying alcohol free. I know so many people love the Curlsmith intense hold but sorry... the stickiness is too much for me, and the whole "just diffuse it in?" Girl I have already been diffusing for 30 minutes, I think not.
Any hairsprays you absolutely love that might fit the bill? TIA!

Prusa MK4, .4mm stock nozzle, stock air nozzle, upgraded heatsink fan redirect, smooth PEI bed, Overture PETG
Please keep in mind my printing is primarily the same products over and over which has specific requirements.
I've been running into issues with a few problems which I'm wondering are due to PETG or not.

• Nozzle Gathering: blobs that gather on the nozzle which then detach mid-print. Even if it does continue through without problem, light colors can see it through layers since it's burnt black. Typically happens during long flat layers like first layers. For infill I've learned to use Gyroid instead of Grid. Often if I have the time to watch the first layer I'll pause the print, scrape off anything that's gathered, and continue it.
• Bed Adhesion: For years I've ran into issues trying to get this filament to be easy to use with any type of bed. I have to resort to using the smooth PEI bed.

Using textured isn't an option as my prints require a smooth first surface.
I was never able to get a satin sheet to work with any filament at all. It would never adhere no matter how many of those sheets I'd try, temps I'd modify, or first layer settings I'd fiddle with.
Smooth is the only thing that works as it adheres, but detaching the prints often causes damage to the bed separating the PEI creating bubbles or peeling over time. It works wonderfully after the first few prints but some residue I can't get off makes it worse. Often I have to use a blade which can scratch up the bed making an ugly first layer (I've had to refund an order before because of this appearance). Freezing the plate does nothing. If I can catch it while it's hot that can help a bit but if it cools and sits for a while then it's way worse. I clean the bed regularly with iso alcohol especially if my fingerprints are left on it.
To avoid it sticking too much I've learned to use hairspray but that has its own issues. I have to cover the initial nozzle discharge area with tape as when it is doing the nozzle cleaning the hairspray will cause a slight stick which makes that process fail. Plus there's a couple of occasions it doesn't stick at all. Worse part is once the hairspray layers gather up too much I have to fully clean the printbed with soap and water. It can also cause leveling issues on occasion.
I've also used painters tape but it's unreliable and a pain to reapply every time it accidentally gets scratched or peels up. And over time it loses it's adhesion. Plus it leaves lines across the first layer which is not appealing.

• Color Temp Dependency, If I want solid consistent results I need slightly different temperature profiles for each color. When we're talking around 15 different color options for upwards of 20 different products it makes setting up and choosing from 300 different profiles obnoxious. Now, I have found a sweet spot for basically every color but it's not entirely reliable when it comes to stringing. White often requires a slightly lower temperature than black, for example.

So you might say, "Why don't you just use PLA?" This means I'll have to start the whole setup over again for every one of my products. Not only that it comes the temp testing for every color and brand. This would be quite the process. If it's actually down to my printer or slicer settings then I'd much rather do that. I also already have a stockpile of PETG so rebuying all new spools for the sake of switching over will cost a fortune that I don't have currently. Lastly, I'd have to do R&D for some of them since there is a bit of reliance on strength and I don't know if PLA (or PLA+) would be strong enough.
So I'm unsure what to do. Maybe test out some of my products in PLA and see if it's really worth it? Or is it just down to my printesettings?

Edit: Sorry this came off as overly enthusiastic, the feedback is right. I tried to meter my post but I didn't make it clear that I still love the gold textured PEI plate from Bambu. Most of my problems with other build plates were my own inexperience with the plate type. All build plates, even G10, are consumables given enough print time. I just wanted to share my great experience with the G10 I got. As for calling out one vendor, that is where I got my G10 build plate from. There is another vendor mentioned in the comments that I had thought about buying till I saw many people in this subreddit share legitimate criticism of and I held off buying from that vendor because of that. I have seen a couple people mention a seller on Amazon selling G10 plates, but when I search for G10 or garolite right now, I'm not seeing that. The ones I see right now appear to be G10 plates without a spring steel sheet attached.
Hello everyone. I wanted to make a recommendation to everyone that may be getting their first printer with this sale. Get a G10 build plate! -- No glue stick, minimal cleaning, great adhesion, easy release.
For some background, I have the X1C, I've had it for over a year now and loved every minute of it. I'm on the verge of getting another Bambu Lab printer during the 2nd anniversary sale if I can swing it.
Lots of people will post about the Bambu Lab printers being perfect out of the box, and many others will post endless issues. A lot of this is determined by your experience level, expectations, and what you are trying to print.
When I first got my X1C, I was getting out of an abusive relationship with a MonoPrice Select Mini V2 3D printer where I learned a lot and failed a lot. The X1C was multiple magnitudes better. However, I had lots of issues with adhesion with the Cool plate that it came with. Namely, I had too much adhesion. Even with glue stick it would have prints that I had to work on for half an hour to get the build plate clean for the next print.
I then got the BambuLab dual sided textured PEI plate and that was much better but sometimes I would not have enough adhesion. I got it down to a process of cleaning with dish soap, drying really well with a towel then a fan, wiping with Isopropyl alcohol, and printing. This worked till I damaged the build plate by scraping prints off with a metal scraper, scoring the textured PEI and causing adhesion issues in those areas.
Moved to the gold BambuLab dual sided textured PEI plate and that was my go to for months on end. When taken care of, the PEI plates are wonderful. Just make sure you don't print engineering filaments like PA-CF on them.
Now in the past month I have been using the G10 Hobby build plate from DarkMoon3d. There are some other sellers that people either swear by or swear off, but u/DarkMoon_3D was super responsive to several posts in this subreddit, quick to ship, and made me confident enough to buy one.
G10 is insane. I use aqua net hairspray on the texture pei plates for perfect adhesion and that lasts between 3 and 10 prints per application, and then I do the whole wash, dry, isopropyl alcohol, spray with hairspray preparation again. However, with the G10 plate, I just use the Smooth PEI preset in Bambu Slicer or Orca Slicer, wipe the bed with Isopropyl alcohol, and print. It might not seem like much, but this has let me go from several minutes of prep time to seconds between clearing a build plate and printing again.
G10 pros:

• Great adhesion
• Smooth first layer
• Automatic build plate detection
• Super easy release once cooled
• Probably the easiest for a novice to 3d printing. -- No glue stick, minimal cleaning, great adhesion, easy release.

G10 cons (ish):

• It's best if you wait a few minutes for it to cool below 50 degrees or lower
• If you have a big print with PETG, it may possibly leave behind some residue that can be seen on the next print if you don't wipe with isopropyl between prints.
• It makes me go through filament faster

I am allergic to cologne/perfume/fragrance. I have used the same Lacoste Blanc for 10 years because a lady in the store told my mom it is a fragrance free cologne and it won't trigger my allergies and I've used it since. It doesn't harm me at all. When I look at the ingredient list I see that is doesn't have Parfum/Fragrance like most other colognes I see. I was looking to see if I could find any others because although I love the scent, it would be nice to have some variety. I came across Lacoste Noir which also excludes Fragrance/Parfum from the ingredients (it is arriving tomorrow, let's see if it triggers me at all)
My question is.... how does a fragrance have no parfum/fragrance? I really don't get it. I'll include 3 ingredient lists below
Lacoste Blanc/NoiFrench Panache
Blanc: Linalool, Benzyl Salicylate, Limonene, Alpha-Isomethyl lonone, Citronellol, Hydroxycitronellal, Benzyl Benzoate, Citral, Geraniol, Benzyl Alcohol, Farnesol
Noir: Limonene, Linalool, Coumarin, Citral, Geraniol, Eugenol
French Panache: Alcohol Denat, Aqua/WateEau, Parfum/Fragrance, Limonene, Ethylhexyl Methoxycinnamate, Coumarin, Linalool, Benzophenone- 3, Ethylhexyl Salicylate, Butyl Methoxydibenzoymethane, Citral, Citronellol, Geraniol, Alpha-Isomethyl lonone, Eugenol, BHT
If someone could give me a better understanding of this that would be awesome, maybe I could branch out my fragrances a bit. Most trigger my asthma really bad and cause me to have labored breathing. If walk into the basement after my brother puts a lot of cologne on, I have to hold my breath otherwise I will have to use my inhaler. It's pretty shit.
I actually had to go to the hospital once back in middle school because a bunch of kids were absolutely bathing in Axe Body Spray

Hi curlies! I’m looking for non-alcoholic hairsprays or other products that would help in holding and maintaining shape and curl pattern after diffusing… preferably without a ton of crunch!
Thanks!

Hallo,
ich bin auf der Suche nach einer neuen Gesichtscreme mit Lichtschutzfaktor.
Bisher habe ich Eucerin ausprobiert, an sich war sie in Ordnung, allerdings hat sie meine T-Shirt-Kragen verfärbt, was mich sehr gestört hat.
Meine Haut ist Recht unproblematisch, allerdings mag ich reichhaltige und ölige Produkte nicht so gerne. Ich Versuche auf Produkte mit reinem Alkohol (Alcohol denat.) zu verzichten, es darf sehr gerne Naturkosmetik sein. Top wäre natürlich, wenn sie sich "leicht" auf der Haut anfühlt, aber ich glaube das ist in Verbindung mit LSF schwerer?
Preislich wäre ich erstmal offen.
Vielen Dank für eure Vorschläge im Voraus!

First...Previous
Colonist Booker Smith
UNS Lightbringer
Of all the skills I’d picked up throughout my short lifetime spent back on Earth, I never would have guessed that the ability to mix up homemade hairspray would prove to be so useful. Looking over myself in the captain’s bathroom mirror, however, I could hardly deny the results. Though our faces looked rather different, if one were to judge purely based upon hairstyle, Theruf and I would be indistinguishable.
Adjusting the newly-shortened cuff of Theruf’s uniform sleeve, I exited the lavatory and at a brisk clip took off back toward our ship’s medbay. Stepping inside the room, I watched as Emma and a newly-thawed evolutionary biologist with thinning hair carefully carved into one of the corpses produced during our recent confrontations with the Phylix. Meanwhile, against the room’s far wall, a tall, lanky electrocranial engineer formerly employed by Cogitolink could be seen hooking up various wires to a sedated Theruf whilst John kept watch.
“What all do we know?” I asked, stepping over to the dissection table and taking in its scent akin to that of rotten vegetation mixed with maple syrup. If we were to successfully blend in with Phylix civilization, adequate biological knowledge would be every bit as important as cultural.
“I’ve never seen anything quite like this!” Replied Em, her tone absolutely giddy as she looked up from the microscope under which rested a clump of Phylix ‘flesh’. “Sure, they might look Human on the outside, but internally the differences between us are staggering. For example, while they do obtain a vast majority of their energy from the consumption of organic matter, Phylix also appear to be capable of sophisticated photosynthesis.”
While surely for someone more well-versed in life sciences all this would be incredibly fascinating, I as a hairdresser was far more interested in things that would aid me directly. “And how do they match up in comparison to us?” I asked, hoping to more fully understand what we were up against here.
Experienced as Emma no doubt was in dealing with plants, comparing and contrasting different organisms was far more in the evolutionary biologist’s domain, and as such it was him who next spoke up. “Their bodies appear to prioritize energy efficiency above all else, with some concessions being made for reflex speed,” he began, carefully analyzing an extracted strand of alien sinew as he spoke. “They require fewer than half the calories we do in order to function at optimal capacity, and a small portion of that is covered for by their photosynthetic skin.“
“So we need to eat more than they do. What else do the Phylix have over on us?”
“Let’s see… Phylix skin is tougher than ours, and they appear to possess powerful regenerative abilities almost like those of bamboo. We have them beat at just about everything else, however…” The biologist half-smirked, glancing over at a computer screen loaded with variables beyond my understanding and typing in yet another set of data. “Their reflexes, while rather fast given the gravity of this planet, are nevertheless inferior to our own. We also far outclass them in terms of strength, speed, and endurance.”
“Their central nervous system is different too,” murmured the electrocranial engineer, looking over a three dimensional model presumably of Theruf’s brain—its central mass sequestered inside his skull with roots extending outward from it to form what we Humans had at first mistaken for hair. “I’m seeing signs of both repaired and newly-created neurons within this one’s brain: Humans can’t do that. Phylix neuroplasticity is also off the charts, indicating an enhanced capacity for learning and the ability to adapt to whatever brain damage can’t be healed.”
That was good news for Theruf, at least, given what we had done to him when first obtaining a root sample. If there was one thing I knew about evolution, however, it was that there’s no such thing as a free lunch. “What’s the trade off?” I asked, hoping for something else that we might be able to leverage against the Phylix.
“I’ll need more specimens to say for sure, but looking at this one, my current hypothesis is that they traded away much of their pattern recognition.”
This insight, while much appreciated, was not why we thawed out a Cogitolink employee. “Will you be able to download his memories?” I asked, tapping repeatedly upon my forehead for emphasis. Initially, I had planned to simply interrogate Theruf for information on how to blend in, but threatening a fanatic with martyrdom was about as effective as threatening an alcoholic with a second gin and tonic. Having all the soldier’s knowledge loaded into my GRIM would allow me to blend in seamlessly with his kind, eliminating much of the involved guesswork.
“That depends…” Replied the engineer, his tone unnervingly somber as he navigated to yet another screen. “Their neural structure is too different from ours for a direct transcription, meaning I likely won’t be able to get anything more than basic information… Unless…”
“Unless what?” John growled, looking down upon our unconscious prisoner with icy disregard.
Following a long moment’s hesitation, the engineer eventually relented and with a heavy sigh imparted upon us our second option. “If we run a high-power charge through his brain, the computer will be able to map almost the entire thing. We’ll be able to blend in with his kind perfectly…”
“Lemme guess: there a big fuckin’ catch, isn’t there?” John half-groaned, staring down the former Cogitolink employee as he awaited the inevitable affirmation and elaboration.
“If turning his brain into a heap of organic mush is what you’d consider a drawback, then yes.”
Silence fell over the room as we all contemplated the weight of such a decision. Killing in self-defense was one thing, but the borderline execution of a sapient being, no matter how vile, was another matter entirely. All it took to shatter this quiet, however, were two words from the commodore’s mouth. “Do it.”
Again, the engineer hesitated. “Are you sure?” He asked, his fingers remaining at rest in spite of the order. The rest of us, meanwhile, were too stunned to speak out.
“Don’t you lot forget the contract we signed!” Barked John, his tone booming with power and authority befitting a military man. “Humanity’s survival is our top priority. At all costs.”
At last regaining her voice after several long moments of speechlessness, Em stepped past the commodore to stand in solidarity at the engineer’s side. “Theruf is a brainwashed victim of his own society—we can’t just murder him for following orders!”
“Let’s not be overdramatic here!” Cautioned the biologist, his expression utterly unfazed by the notion of putting down our prisoner. “He’s a fascist soldier who’d kill every last one of us given half a chance. At least this way he’ll die for a good cause.”
Indecision immobilized me amidst my fellow’s colonists’ arguing. Back when I first pressed Theruf’s own gun to the back of his head, the urge to end him on the spot had been palpable. Now, however, given the chance to put things into perspective, I wasn’t sure what we should do with the captive. So I remained silent as the lot of them continued their impromptu trial of the unconscious Phylix.
“I’m not so sure I’m comfortable doing this…” The engineer winced, his hands falling away from the keyboard as he cast down his gaze from the waiting commodore’s glare.
“Fine…” John growled, taking a step towards the surgery bay computer and placing his own hand upon it. “Just tell me what commands to type in and I’ll do it. No blood on your hands, right? Just mine.”
Evidently dissatisfied with this rationalization, Em rounded the dissection table and began to approach the commodore as though to stop him manually. Her efforts, however, were thwarted when the biologist moved to intercept her. “We can’t take any risks here!” He sighed, outstretching an arm toward me for emphasis. “If Booker’s disguise fails, it’s game over for us, for the colony—maybe for humanity for all we know!”
“Listen to your fellow scientist,” sighed John, regarding Emma with a confusing concoction of warm understanding and cold, ruthless utilitarianism. “If you think I get some kind of sick kick out of this, then you’re dead wrong; but I swore an oath to keep Humanity safe, and if I have to kill a million of these bastards to do it, then I will not hesitate.”
“Wait!” Stammered the engineer, grabbing John’s arm as though to prevent him from pressing any of the keys. “There might be another way. If you guys can obtain a few more living samples for me, I might be able to calibrate a non-lethal mapping charge.”
“And how many ‘samples’ is that going to take?” Asked the biologist, his tone dripping with skepticism.
For a moment, the former Cogitolink employee hesitated to provide us with an answer to this fairly straightforward inquiry. Eventually, however, he relented in his secrecy. “Forty… Maybe fifty?”
“Getting that many captives would take time that we don't have, Manley!" John barked, offhandedly referencing the engineer's surname amidst his admonishment of the idea.
This argument continued for what must have been half an hour, devolving at times into a shouting match between Emma and the commodore before then cooling off yet again into cold, yet relatively-peaceful periods of debate. This rhythm of argument was disrupted, however, when Em jabbed her finger towards me. "Booker is the one whose going to be wearing Theruf's appearance: it should be his choice whether or not to sacrifice him."
Whereas before the group had been divided into two sides, on this matter Manley and the biologist seemed to agree with Em, deriving a somewhat frustrated sigh from the commodore as he suddenly found himself outnumbered. "Fine..." John conceded, searching my expression for any indication of what route I might take here. Unfortunately for him, even I had not a clue at the moment what to do. "Booker: you've heard our cases for and against this plan, so what do you think we should do?"
If I'm honest, I would have been perfectly happy to let this debate play out entirely without my input. If I agreed to this plan, then the sap of our prisoner would be on my hands; yet if I declined and we wound up failing, then it would be my bloody signature upon the colony's death warrant. The decision was by no means an easy one. Perhaps from an outside perspective, John might seem to be overly callous, but to those of us in that room it was abundantly clear that his actions stemmed from a genuine desire to protect the colony.
Before the lot of them dragged me into this debate, I'd have been perfectly fine with either decision, but now that it was my finger on the trigger, I simply couldn't bring myself to pull it. "We can work with the basics," I confirmed, prompting from the engineer a sigh of relief as he began calibrating a weak mapping charge that would only penetrate the most well-trodden of our prisoner's neural pathways. "We're going to need more identities to infiltrate the camp with anyways. Theruf's people should come looking for him soon: I'll play the part and draw whoever shows up back here so we can capture them."
"And what do you propose we do with them once they're in our hands?" Growled John, still evidently not quite sold on this idea. "We don't have the resources to keep them locked up for long."
"We could use the cryopods!" Replied the botanist in my stead—Fortunately so given my lack of a workable answer. "Judging by Phylix cell structure, they appear to be capable of hibernating to a certain degree, much like certain plants on Earth. So long as we keep the cryopod temperatures in the correct range and thaw out any prisoners once in a while to ensure they don't break down, it should be enough to keep them sedated or at least docile." Em concluded, her expression hardened by newfound acceptance of our circumstances.
Completing his setup of the charge to no fanfare from the rest of us, Manley typed in one final chunk of commands before pressing down upon the terminal's 'enter' key, causing Theruf's body to twitch slightly as a loading bar appeared on screen showing the download progress. When at last the final pixel of white was overtaken by green, my GRIM was quick to notify me of the database's new addition.
Gently pulling Theruf's gun from its holster at my side and turning it over in my grasp, my brain tingled in response to the artificial neuron stimulation of Theruf's implanted memories. Gesturing for the others to follow me, I once again traversed our ship's hallways until the night sky's glittering canvas shone overhead.
Back when I had first held Theruf's weapon in my hands, it had felt completely foreign to me. The mechanisms on it made nary a lick of sense, and in all honesty I probably couldn't have fired it if I tried. Standing amongst the skin trees with our prisoner's memories in my mind, however, I was able to draw the gun and flick off it's safety in a single fluid motion. Behind me, the other colonists watched as I put three shots into one of the trees in front of us, aiming for a large central scab eerily reminiscent of an eye. Trails of crimson dripping from tree's flesh marked where my shots had landed., and though none of them actually hit their mark, the fact that all three bullets even hit the tree at all despite my never firing a gun in my life was in itself evidence of the download's success.
"Not bad..." John chuckled briefly, stepping up beside me and drawing his own gun before planting three shots square in the scab's center, causing it to burst like a blood-filled balloon. "Your aim still needs work, though."
Studying for a moment the bullet holes left behind by my demonstration, Manley hummed in contemplation. "Muscle memory transcriptions are never perfect," he explained, looking curiously upon the weapon as I returned it to its holster. "They can't override more powerful neural connections for example, which is why John's aim is still superior. That being said, Booker, I'm more concerned about what you know than what you can do. The chip should provide you with context when you encounter situations common to Theruf, but it's unlikely you'll be able to recall complex details. You know how to use that gun, sure, but I'd wager to guess you still haven't a clue how it works."
He was right, of course. I knew that I had to hold down the weapon's trigger for at least one second in order for it to fire properly, but I still hadn't a clue why that was the case. Closing my eyes and concentrating upon the information newly nestled within me, I cleared my throat and assuming a rough approximation of our prisoner's voice spoke out. "I am he known as Theruf..." I began, mentally exploring every available aspect of this newfound role dictated to me by the GRIM. "I was raised in the small town of Dzidra. My father works as a mechanic and I have two siblings: Mathul and Zekari... John: get everyone inside the ship and prepare your men for an ambush. I'll go back to the ridge where me and Boris first saw the Phylix and wait for more soldiers to show up, then I'll lure them back here to be captured alive. Can you work with that?"
"Are you seriously asking if I can prep a simple ambush?" Began the commodore, sounding almost offended by the notion of such a thing being in question. "Don't worry about us, 'Theruf': just bring some guests and I'll throw the damn party!"
Satisfied with our plan, John gave me a pat on the back for good luck as I set off once more into the night, weaving between skin trees until our ship’s lights faded from view altogether. At last arriving once more at the overlook, I sat down a few feet from the ledge and there awaited the arrival of Theruf’s fellow soldiers.
Glimmers of new dawn peered out from under the distant horizon amidst my watch, casting shadows upon Theruf's wicked workplace as though to hide its atrocities from the judgmental light of day. Only just had this planet's parent star crested into view when at last were the forest's rhythmic respirations interrupted by a distant grinding of tires against dirt.
Rising to my feet and making my way toward the noise's source, I soon enough found myself stood at the edge of a hitherto-unseen clearing. Hiding myself from sight behind a nearby skin tree, I watched as a bulky military vehicle trundled uphill to then find rest upon the relatively-level forest floor. No sooner had this vehicle come to a stop than did three soldiers clad in uniforms not unlike Theruf's step out. "This is where our brothers in arms were last known to have been," began one of the men. "We should fan out and search the area."
Sounds like that's my cue... Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I dramatically limped out into the clearing, waving frantically to my supposed comrades. Though at first they had raised their guns to the noise of my stumbling out, these soldiers were quick to lower their weapons as they got a good look at me.
"Theruf?" One of the soldiers called out, stepping toward me without hesitation. "Good to see you well, man: where are the others?"
"They need help, Fhasda!" I sputtered out in a tone of faux-panic as Theruf's memories filled in the gap of this one's name. "We were investigating a strange object crashing into these forests... And we found something!"
"What exactly did you find?" Asked one of the other soldiers, looking upon me with newfound skepticism.
Staggering back into the forest with a gesture commanding these three soldiers to follow, I turned back around to conceal a grin as they did so without hesitation. "Let me show you: they're this way!" I exclaimed to the unwitting Phylixm, deliberately remaining vague with my explanation so as to keep their curiosity piqued. When at last the ship's lights came into view, I slowed down to allow for Fhasda and the others to catch up as the four of us continued on toward the now vacant entrance ramp. "They're in here!" I told them, pointing toward the open entryway.
Gasps resounded out from the trio of guards as they looked upon the Lightbringer in total disbelief. "What is that thing?" One of them asked, prompting from Fhasda an unsure shrug as he recklessly approached the main ramp.
"We don't know!" I lied, leaning back against a skin tree to signal my exhaustion. "I know they were brought here by whatever attacked us. I think it's gone for now, but I'll keep watch out here in case it comes back!"
"Good idea," Fhasda affirmed, gesturing for his men to take formation around him as without another moment's hesitation they walked up the ship's entrance ramp and entered into the jaws of a waiting ambush...

Here's the story...
I bought a jacket that has a pocket on the arm for pens and markers, which I've never owned before. Because of that, I didn't think to check that pocket (since I didn't even remember it was there) when I put it through the wash. Now, that white jacket, along with black and white pants and some clothes of my sister's all have black ink stains. I don't know whether it's from the black sharpie, or the black PenJoy gel pen, but I can't get the stains out.
I've tried hairspray, baking soda, vinegar, lemon juice and toothpaste, rubbing alcohol, hand sanitizer, and nail polish remover. Nothing seems to be working very well, although the hand sanitizer does leave a little bit of blue when I rub it vigorously with a paper towel.
Is there anything I can do to get the stains out? The jacket and pants are part of a school uniform, which I have another to use as backup, but I'd like to remove the stain or at least know how in case I ever have to again.

I spoke to my PO recently and he mentioned that there were two instances in the past two months of a “very low reading of alcohol detected” not a WARN, nor a FAIL. All PASS, I’ve never had a fail, and I don’t drink. One was while starting my car after filling gas and the other one I suspect was due to leftover perfume or sanitizer or pizza or something vague, not sure. I noticed today my deodorant says “alcohol denat.” So I stopped using that too now
My question is, can my PO issue a violation if these super low alcohol readings keep occurring despite it always saying PASS??
Super worried, as it seems unfair, and I’m unsure how to respond.

I spoke to my PO recently and he mentioned that there were two instances in the past two months of a “very low reading of alcohol detected” not a WARN, nor a FAIL. All PASS, I’ve never had a fail, and I don’t drink. One was while starting my car after filling gas and the other one I suspect was due to leftover perfume or sanitizer or pizza or something vague, not sure. I noticed today my deodorant says “alcohol denat.” So I stopped using that too now
My question is, can my PO issue a violation if these super low alcohol readings keep occurring despite it always saying PASS??
Super worried, as it seems unfair, and I’m unsure how to respond.