Serious mouthwash

I guess. It's blue and it's from Target, and the plastic bottle, once opened, proved to be just about as full as possible: if you pressed even slightly on the side, you'd displace a fair amount of fluid, usually all over your hands.

While attempting to multitask in the bathroom this morning, I spit up a mouthful of the stuff, not in the sink for some reason, but in the bowl. I then, of course, forgot all about it — until this evening's first flush, and that familiar vaguely-medicinal scent came wafting upwards. Admittedly, this is better than the usual scent one gets from the bowl, and I suppose twelve hours of diffusion enhanced the effect, but it was still somewhat offputting: I imagined the Ty-D-Bol Man getting a flu shot. Evidently I'm not drinking enough, or something.