Sometimes they use rabbits.
They moved indoors at some point after the first commercial.
Just leaving this here…
Let’s not forget that this product was originally advertised for “stinky crevices,” with a bunch of ladies in a yoga class lifting and spreading their legs to emphasize which crevice is especially stinky. 
I can vaguely remember vaginal deodorants being sold on TV when I was an anatomically clueless pre-teen boy 60-ish years ago. With very delicate phraseology and no visuals. There were lots of competing scented douche products on store shelves in those days.
“Ever get that not so fresh feeling?” Words that are burned permanently into my psyche.
Where are hyper-sensitive Christians when you need them?
*it can get kind of stinky under those wings.
I just saw it now on REELZ during OP Live (formerly known as LivePD)
I’m still trying to figure out how they measured this, and with what.
ETA: I see that there’s been some speculation above. Should finish reading the thread first, I suppose, but honestly, how could you not wonder about it?
I think this product is for people who warsh theirselves wif a rag on a stick, and they can’t reach their crevices. So they need perfume to cover up the smell of old feces.
Probably woulda helped in Versailles back in the day.
I’m a guy, despite my nick.
I used to cringe at the tampon and douche commercials. I grew up with two sisters. I don’t need to know that they need to "feel fresh*.
I don’t know if I’ve just washed it from my memory, but I don’t think there were ever Modess pad commericals. Ohhhh…the horror of seeing a used one in the bathroom trash. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
BTW, I’m not talking about those tiny “wing” pads, I can handle those commercials, I’m talking about those monstrosities that required a belt and looked like a giant used band-aid!. Yep, I know too much for a guy. Washes brain
This raises the question of who is doing the sniff testing and how much they are paid.
Not nearly enough, I’m thinkin’.
Look, I know this idea that even knowing about periods is super gross for boys is how you were raised. I was there, too. I had 3 brothers, who had three sisters. And the same sentiments were repeated at school and in kids books and television.
All of this was very damaging to me, and I think to a lot of girls. Periods made us gross. So gross that even being reminded they existed resulted in boys making gagging noises and “brain bleach” jokes and laughing. I spent every school day when I was on my period horrified that anyone might find put i was in my “gross mode”, because that would be shameful thing.
I don’t blame the boys. They were denied good sex education, so it WAS mysterious and gross, and being performatively grossed out by periods was one of the ways they asserted they were 100% boy was by going through this ritual. Any boy who didn’t probably would have been called a f*g and mocked. It was a fucked up time for all of us.
But now that we are all adults, I want to point out how hard that attitude made things for girls.
I stopped reading this thread part way in and regret that I ever started. It’s not about tampons and periods, it’s some of the other stuff that I wish I’d never heard about. Now if there really was such a thing as brain bleach – along the lines of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind – well, that would be a product worth advertising and I’d be rushing out to buy it!
I must say, though, that in some other thread (I think) dealing with scatalogical subject matter, someone mentioned the idea of putting a can of deodorant spray in the bathroom, ostensibly for the use of guests during a fine dinner party, but the putative deodorant spray was actually a disguised air horn. If such a product doesn’t actually exist, I think it should! 
That appeals to my sick mind, I must say.
Next you’ll be filling up the medicine cabinet with marbles, so’s to catch snoopers. Be sure to call me, there’s a tenner in it for you. 
I guess “deodorant spray” was not quite the term I was looking for, which typically refers to stuff one sprays on one’s body to prevent odours. I suppose I meant what is euphemistically referred to as “air freshener spray”.
At any rate, the idea of someone at a classy dinner party engaged in odourous activities in the bathroom and then trying to cover it up with an “air freshener” that turns out to be a foghorn that can be heard from ten miles away, is definitely an idea worthy of a Nobel prize, or at least the Mark Twain Prize for Humor.
…or at hockey game you mix up the cannisters and end up making your section smelling really nice.