The supermarket near my house has an automatic water mister to keep produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you can hear the sound of
thunder and the smell of fresh rain.
When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and breathe in the aroma of chocolate milk.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle, and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.
The veggie department features the sound of a gentle breeze and the smell of fresh buttered corn.
I don't buy toilet paper there any more.
Let the wild rumpus start!