My husband purchased the scented version of our beloved favorite toilet paper brand the first time on purpose. The second and third time by accident. He has now been told that under no circumstance should he EVER, EVER, EVER purchase the scented version again. The first day or two goes fairly well but never fear, by day three, my lady parts are so angry, red, swollen and irritated from whatever gobblety gook they are infusing this toilet paper with. Sure, my greek goddess land is literally on fire and imitating the world's worse yeast infection from an antibiotic fueled month long binge in the history of vaginas but at least it smells like sunshine, unicorns and lavender. I think it's a great idea however, I think you need to go back to the drawing board on this one and look at scenting the cardboard roll with some essential oils for those fellers (or ladies) looking to mask their poop engulfed bathrooms with their toilet paper. At this rate, women everywhere would have about the same comfort as spraying their nether regions with febreeze and rubbing alcohol.