So come one, come all. Wash way the stench of battle with a brand
new fragrance. Whether victor or victim, everyone hath a time when the aromas of Britannia
just wilt not go away. Even hanging out in the royal stables cannot mask the foul retch
that comes from wearing the same plate mail and robe for days or even weeks without end.
And with the countless battles and fights that take place in such a period, the rancid
stench can achieve monumental stature. But fret no longer. With this new fragrance, ye
need not fear an orc turning his nose up at thee in disgust ever again. Never again shall
ye be mistaken as a troll (no offense to the trolls out there). Supplies limited; act now.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Saturday, March 28th 1998