The aroma that comes out of the fast-food joint across the street from where I work is one of the most tantalizing odors I’ve ever smelled. As I walk past, I have to envision ten more pounds on my hips and clogged arteries to keep myself from stopping in for a greasy burger, fries, and a milkshake. Walking quickly out of the range of scent is my only hope for keeping the craving at bay, so let’s hope no one I know starts wearing Burger King’s Flame meat-scented men’s body spray. The way to the heart may be through the stomach, but I know for sure that the way to the stomach is through the nose. ($3.99, Fire Meets Desire)