You hear the music of a crackling campfire as you lay on the ground, feeling the Earth beneath you and watching the stars creep across the sky above. You smell fallen pine needles and cedar, and taste the sweet citrus and warm vanilla of your freshly made old-fashioned. All 5 of your senses are on fire. And so is your butt. Because you're not camping—you're pooping. Using Poo~Pourri Backwoods is just like camping in the deep forest of the Pacific Northwest—minus the whole massive bugs, uncomfortable rocks for beds and pooping in a hole situation. So I'd call that a win.