You browse the aisles for something that peaks your interest, until you come across a particular display stand. Resting inside, illuminated by dimly lit neon pink bulbs where what appeared to be spray cans, each one wrapped in large amounts of tape covering their old labels, only leaving the plastic, colored lids to determine their previous state. The tape on each spray can had scents written on them that were incredibly bizarre like "Skunk Spray" or "Boar Bowels" and "Wet Wolf," written, sloppily, in what appeared to be black marker. The stand had a sign on top reading "Scents that are Simply Wild," in big, gaudy, golden font. You make the connections that these must be make shift body sprays, for some kind of gag gift or something. You here giggling and see the old lady clerk watching you from affar at the counter. Curious, you grab one and continue to examine it over. "Go ahead," she calls out to you, "try it." You pause for a moment and decide...