what'll they the think of next?

The new supermarket near our house has an automatic water mister to
keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of
distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain. When you approach the milk
cases, you hear cows mooing and witness the scent of fresh hay. When you
approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled
with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying. The veggie department
features the smell of fresh-buttered corn.

I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.