Scent Notes: A bed of fir needles, oakmoss, cherrywood, and rich musk.

[Dramatic music plays in the background]

It's not enough to shout at the problem. Or roll your eyes. Or take a deep breath and then sigh really hard. You are going to need something more potent than a "moment of quiet reflection." This isn't the moment to try to make any big decisions or to give up. You start to sweat. You know what to do. Square your shoulders. Give the problem a wicked glare. You are in charge here, goddamn it. You know how to put the Fuck in "Fuck It." Oh, I didn't come this far just to come this far, did I? YOU ARE GOING TO GET SOLUTIONS. This shit is not going to hold you back! If you could just get this damned thing to...

You look up. Your coworker is innocently peering at you from the doorway.

"What," you say. It's not really a question. Then, "It's just a PDF thing." you mutter.

Your coworker gives a playful smile. "Maybe swearing will help?"