Have you ever had a problem with a vacuum cleaner, maybe something got stuck inside and suddenly everything was revving and rumbling and not working? And before you even realized you had sucked up a sock or that missing felt cat your mom sent you six years ago, you popped open the shell and were hit with the ominous smell of a burning vacuum belt, that hot, dusty, electrical smell and, oh, there's the felt cat, you must've misplaced it under the bed. Anyway, that's the smell of Demeter Rubber. And because I'd bought a Dyson I thought I'd never have to experience it again. So the joke's on me.
Remember the old 60s song "In the Year 2525"? It used to really spook me as a kid:
"You ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes. You won't find a thing to chew, nobody's gonna look at you."
It predicted a dystopian world where our legs shriveled to nubs from disuse and babies came out of tubes. It was a far cry from The Jetsons' more optimistic view of the future, with their jet packs and robot maids.