“I never realised how much I craved comfort until I met my hottie.”

I’ve always struggled with anxiety, especially at night. It’s like the moment the world goes quiet, my thoughts get louder. I used to toss and turn, trying every sleep hack under the sun — lavender sprays, meditation apps, magnesium… nothing really stuck.

Then I found hottie.

The first night I curled up with that soft, weighty merino warmth against my chest, something shifted. My breathing slowed. My thoughts didn’t feel as heavy. It was like my nervous system finally got the memo: you’re safe now.

It’s not just the heat (though wow, it lasts forever), it’s the texture, the feeling, the ritual of filling it up and holding onto it. It grounds me. Calms me. I now keep one by my bed and another on the couch. It’s part of my self-soothing routine — and for someone with anxiety, that’s everything.

I didn’t expect a hot water bottle to change my nights… but it did.

“I used to dread my period. Now I fill up my hottie and actually feel… okay.”

The cramps. The back pain. The bloating. I’ve dealt with period pain for as long as I can remember, and painkillers only ever did half the job. I’d tried every heat pack under the sun — microwavable ones, sticky patches, those ones that barely stay warm for 20 minutes.

Then I found hottie — and honestly, I didn’t expect it to be this good.

It stays warm all night. All night. No waking up shivering, no reheating, just a soft, dense cloud of warmth pressed against my belly (or back, depending on the day). It melts the pain in a way nothing else has. The sheepskin cover is a dream — like a comforting hug when you feel your worst.

It’s become a non-negotiable part of my cycle. The only thing I reach for before the pain hits. I’ve even started gifting them to my friends because no one deserves to suffer through period pain without a hottie.

“No more cold nights — just me, my hottie, and 12 hours of pure bliss.”

I used to pile on blankets, wear socks to bed (which I hate), and still wake up cold in the middle of the night. Nothing really worked. My hot water bottle? Cold by 2am. And those microwave heat packs? Lucky if they made it 30 minutes.

Enter hottie.

From the first night, I felt the difference. It’s not just warm — it’s this slow, deep, lasting warmth that wraps around you and doesn’t let go. I fell asleep snuggled into it… and woke up with it still warm. Like a gentle fireplace tucked into my sheets.

Now every night feels like a little luxury ritual — unzip, fill, unwind. It’s changed my sleep. It’s changed my winter. And honestly? I’ll never go back.

There are officially no more cold nights in this house.

“I couldn’t switch off at night. Now, I fall asleep faster — and stay asleep.”

Sleep used to be a struggle. I’d lie in bed for hours, overthinking, uncomfortable, and restless. I just couldn’t settle. I tried sleep teas, melatonin, even white noise — but nothing really helped me feel safe enough to sleep.

Then I tried hottie.

There’s something about the warmth that just melts the tension in my body. As soon as I snuggle up with it, my shoulders drop. My breath slows. I don’t reach for my phone. I just… drift.

It’s not just the heat — it’s the feeling of being comforted. Grounded. Held. The soft sheepskin cover, the weight of it on my chest or belly — it tells my body it’s okay to rest. And for someone who’s always on edge at bedtime, that’s everything.

Now when I say “I need my hottie to sleep,” I mean it.