We have a new supermarket in town. It has one of those automatic water misters to keep the produce fresh and shiny. Just before the mister comes on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and can smell the odor of rain. As you go past the dairy case you can hear cows mooing and experience the scent of fresh mowed hay. In the meat department you'll smell charcoal grilled steaks and onions. When you approach the egg case you can hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying. The bread department features the tantalizing odor of fresh baked bread and cookies. But I don't buy toilet paper there.