What's that? Huh? Oh, sorry, you can't hear us over the crisp breeze and rolling waves of the ocean as you sip limoncellos vacationing on the Amalfi Coast; the smell of citrus filling the air and you calculating exactly how much you'd have to sell in order to quit everything and just move here (who needs two kidneys anyway, right?). You open your eyes to realize that sound wasn't the breeze, just the bathroom fan. And the intoxicatingly exotic smell of sun-kissed honey, tart lemon and sugary fruits? You just used Poo~Pourri Amalfi Flush.