A new supermarket opened in my county, promising the best shopping experience. It features an automated water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it starts, you hear distant thunder and smell new rain.

When you pass the milk cases, you may hear cows mooing and smell freshly cut grass. The meat department smells like charcoal roasted steaks with onions. When you approach the egg case, you can hear hens coo and cackle, and the air is filled with the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

The in-house bakery emits the enticing aroma of freshly made bread and pastries. But I don’t buy toilet paper there anymore.