Scentstory Deprivation

Far be it from me to harp on anything, but I cannot let this one go by without pointing & shouting "J'Accuse!"

This is the Yule season & people want scents in their homes that are very specific to the season. They want to smell that pine tree that they lugged indoors, or a least spray their phony trees with a pine scent. They want to burn gingerbread potpourri & light candles that remind them of cookies. In order to help kick in those warm holiday feelings, they need to be able to smell those goodies they're baking. They do not want to spray Febreze around at this particular season. Every other time of the year it can perfume our world with its own scent, but people want sugar plums & bayberry for the next month.

Is Febreze content to sit back & press the PAUSE button on its commercialistic attack on our very souls? No, it has come up with something that (it claims) you must give as a gift to loved ones. A Febreze Scentstories player. This thing plays "scent CD's" that you may change at your whim. It sits among you, on the coffee table, a dumb plastic blob that looks like a George Foreman Grill. It sits there, right next to your late Grandmother's Hummels & your children's bronzed baby shoes, as though it has a right to be there. It seethes & whirrs its little discs that effectively alter the air you breathe. And people are buying them. Will the recipients of these things feel delighted to have them, or offended that the giver obviously thinks they stink. No wonder the Europeans think we're silly.

When did regular old household smells become so unbearable that we have to now mask every one of them & replace them with the artificial scents inside a spray bottle or a blob? Our most fundamental need is air. This product is reconfiguring the chemistry of that air & no good can come of that. Evil doesn't always roar into town & create mass chaos & destruction. Sometimes it just goes after that which is most vital....slowly & deliberately.