It is the standard American bedtime cartoon: the wife whose cold-cream-slathered face makes a death mask look comparatively pert, and the husband who can't get the light out fast enough to miss the sight. These days the man in the picture would do well to take a second look not to mention a healthy sniff. Chances are that the lady is no longer mulched in mineral oil and petroleum jelly but gently steeped in camomile tea and elder-flower lotion. The bedroom air, once heady with hints of lye, is more likely flavored with the scent of fresh strawberries, lemons,...
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