Quick! When I say Morocco what's the first thing to pop into your mind?
Me? I think desert. Sand, heat, and sweat follow that thought.
I've seen Aladdin. I've even been the the Morocco section of the world showcase in Disney. They made a very fine Sultan Colada by the way. Matter of fact i was standing in line for either my second or third serving of the tasty rum filled drink when Jasmine, Aladdin's girlfriend, brushed past me, rubbing her girly jewels against my arm on the way out to sign more autographs. My wife claimed it was an accident, but I'm fairly certain she did it on purpose. Sure Aladdin has a magi carpet, but he's also a baby-faced, goofy-acting pipsqueak. You can see in this photo of my oldest son and our friends daughters that Jasmine doesn't even want to stand by him. Besides I think she dug my goatee every bit as mush as the Genie did.
But I digress, back to Morrocco. Along with the Disney influenced opinion of Morocco there is also the few tidbits of info I gained from an episode of Bizarre Foods starring Andrew Zimmern on the Travel Network. You know the bald guy that covers the globe eating all kinds of weird and gross food. Usually he swallows it right down but in that Moroccan episode he actually gagged on some rancid meat dish call K'lia. He also strolled around where there were roasting goats and other things in the marketplace.
So here is the tally when it comes to my idea of Morocco. Desert. Sand. Heat. Lots of hot sweaty people. Aladdin and his monkey. Jafar and his Parrot. Rancid meat and egg dishes. Goats roasting on the street.
Now the big question. How to you reckon all of that stuff smells combined together?
If you guess like the drainage ditch out behind the zoo than you are riding the same camel as me my friend.
So imagine my shock when my wife comes home from the store with this.
Really? Moroccan Bazaar. That is the best the marketing people at febreze could do?
Okay so the can describes the scent as inspired by the fragrance of fresh-ground ginger that fills the air in the spice markets of Casablanca. Well play it again Sam, why the heck didn't they call it Casablanca Spice Market, or simply Casablanca, or Casablanca bazaar. I'm willing to bet Bogart smelled better than Aladdin.
And while the scent isn't all that bad I'm still not a big fan of air freshener scents. It's not like you are fooling anyone. No one ever walks into a bathroom and says, wow, I thought you were taking a crap but I guess you were grinding ginger. And yeah I know poop stinks, but these cans of spray only add to the aroma. Feces and Ginger. Doesn't quiet have the same ring as Astaire and Rogers does it?
I'll dance on out of here, but ladies explain your fascination with bathroom spray? Riddle me this ... What's wrong with lighting a simple match?