Ah yes, the never ending desk job.  Eventually I won’t spend my days stuffed inside this tiny cubicle with no windows and fluorescent lights that make a weird hum.   Until that day comes I know I can depend on Whiff to keep me from smelling like I’ve been stuffed in one of my grandma’s old shoe boxes.  I want blue skies and green grass.  I want to swim in the ocean and breathe the mountain air.  But the reality is that I’m in this stale cube but it doesn’t mean I have to smell that way.  I may not smell freedom but thanks to Whiff, I sure smell like I spend my day in the forest, lying in a bed of sweet smelling wild flowers.  Okay enough daydreaming.  I must get back to work but first, just one more cup of whiff.