She Smells Like A Toilet

Mary wanted to be different.

She wanted a fragrant companion and constant evidence of her vital presence.

Mary wanted to leave a fragrant trail to remind people she was there and may be back again.

Mary wanted Toilet Essence.  She wanted it everywhere. 

Sure, they called it classic “Tweed” or witty “Repartee”, but every who knew Mary knew.  It was Toilet.  Essence of Toilet.  They whispered about the Tid-e Bowl man.  It was sordid.