I overdid it. I always do.
Excited by my purchase last month of one of those seductive little jars of scented oil that has a handful of thin little sticks poking out of it (it made the downstairs bathroom smell like VANILLA!), I ran back to TJ MAXX and bought three more scented bottles and distributed them upstairs.
While at first I enjoyed the olfactory safari I was transported on as I roamed through the house, after a day my nose was on overload. Every time I entered a room I was hit by a different scent of artificial, manufactured tranquility. Apple! Honeysuckle! Some sort of Fall scent that smelled like juice! Disoriented, I lay down this afternoon to take a 90 minute nap and had vivid, terrifying dreams. I woke up cringing in fear to the overwhelming, incongruous scent of apple. Why did I want my room to smell like this anyway? Enough was enough.
I freaked out, collected each bottle and screwed it shut and buried them all in the back of the hall closet.
Now I relish the actual smells of our house: Coffee. Used dryer sheets. Dog. That burny smell the vacuum leaves behind. Ahhhh. That’s more like it.
Rayya The Vet
Our house smells much the same.. my addiction to coffee and my dogs treating the place like theirs:)