As a heads-up this post is non-technical and a bit raw but I just had to let it out. Turn away now if you’re turned off by that.
The Story
With the exception of when in a dessert I absolutely can't stand vanilla smelling stuff: soaps, candles, fill-in-the-blank. To me it's heavy, perfumy (is that a word?), old smelling: it's just not clean.
So we took the kids up north today to have some fun. When we got home I started to take out the trash. I pulled the bag out of the can, started to cinch the ties and was out-of-the-blue assaulted by the curse of a day’s worth of a 5 ½ month olds diapers (not many really) mixed with the smell of trash and the new vanilla scented trash bags my wife bought. OMG! It may sound crazy but I can absolutely handle, as all dads and mommies must, that trash smell minus the vanilla scourge: but when together – spew!
The new 9-zillion-count case of vanilla scented trash bags will be replaced tomorrow never to return 
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