If I’m being completely honest, there are a number of things conspiring to keep my house from smelling delicious First, there is my senile cat who eats the world’s weirdest-smelling food and seems to take great pleasure in vomiting much of it up. Second, there are people — their feet, their armpits, the smell of stale cigarettes on their clothing, the barramundi a date insists on cooking without opening the windows. And third, there is the occasional mouse that will sneak into my basement during the colder months, expire, and — somewhat perplexingly — leave my whole home smelling like a mass grave in August until I find and dispose of it. Despite what it may seem, the message I’m trying to get across here is not actually, “Don’t come to Sarah’s house because it’s a plague pit;” I’m simply trying to paint a picture of why scented cleaning products and diffusers have become a non-negotiable.