So, what was our final, scientific judgment of the much-hyped Poo-Pourri? In a word: Doo-lighted. This little bathroom buddy aimed to help us crap with confidence, and in each of our test environments, it delivered on that promise.

There is one small caveat: Poo-Pourri does leave behind some proof of foul play. I clocked that the scent of its essential oils (which smells more or less like a lemon drop) lingers for up to an hour after flushing. Of course, the fragrance is fresh and elusive, as opposed to rancid and fecal, and I think we can all agree that elusiveness is so much more dignified.

Then again, it's not guaranteed. After I returned from my assumed success in the office bathroom, a coworker swung by my desk and asked if I'd just used the Poo-Pourri. "I thought I recognized that smell," she smiled. For all I know the girl at the restaurant spotted it too.

So, Poo-Pourri or not, you might be found out. But odds are it'll be by a fellow "girl pooper," another member of our club, who also shi*ts lemons and lavender with abandon. She'll exit the ladies' and give you a wink-wink of knowing solidarity, before moseying along, a joyful spritzer of her own never too far from reach. And you'll wink back, knowing your secret's safe with her. After all, we have to look out for each other. It's the girl pooper way.