The sun danced, the wind caressed. The Monterey Bay hotel doors were wide open. Oh, the relaxation. Oh, the pssssssttttttt.
Beware of nature's bounty polluted by a scented air-freshener. In the land of no-smoking, where salt air cleanses the lungs, smell-merchants still get the final say over what's in the air.
Christmas trees are coming. The spray-painted, the forest-moldy, the chemically preserved. And the scented magazine ads and come-hither direct mailers are multiplying.