One winter break in college, I worked for a company that sold all things smelly-good. Lotions, candles, soaps.
Your home wasn’t complete until every sink in the house donned your favorite scent. You couldn’t visit someone without smelling of vanilla or cucumbers or apple pie when you left.
Since then, we know a little more about what we’re buying when we give in to the gimmicks and the desire to smell like a cookie after using the restroom.