Something's Just Not Wright

It is seven a.m. and I am on my way to the grocery store for bacon.  We're not out of bacon, but Honey has given me strict orders not to cook what we have on hand ever again.

 When I bought our usual Wright brand bacon the other day, I inadvertently picked up  a package of Maple flavored bacon.  It tastes OK, but 24 hours after cooking the first batch, the house still smells like maple syrup in spite of using a half can of Febreze.