The new Supermarket near our house has an automatic water mist over to
keep
the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of a
thunderstorm and the smell of fresh rain.
When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and witness the
scent of fresh butter fat.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cackle and the air is
filled
with the pleasing aroma of eggs frying.
So far I have been too afraid to go down the toilet paper aisle.