I'll be the first to admit that I can wreak havoc on a bathroom (more accurately: "reek havoc") But covering it up with some perfumey bathroom spray only makes matters worse. Dear god. It's like some evil poopourri. I think that the rose perfume must act as some kind of aromatic trojan horse, allowing the foul stench of shit to slip past the nasal defenses and directly into the main nerve centers, thereby delivering the noxious payload at full strength. Or maybe the two odors combine geneticly to produce some mutant stench with terrible powers to linger indefinately, and cling tenaciously to the mucosal membranes. I need to find a box of matches...