there's a tube of spearmint in my bathroom right now
Finding the all-natural toothpaste can be, depending on your own worldview, a satisfying discovery: Ah, I'm in the home of a good and gentle center-lefty or lefty-lefty, a thinker about issues, a possessor of good books and record albums, an opposer of most wars, a composter perhaps, or at least a saver of natural resources, etc.
Or it feels somehow suspicious: Et tooth, Brute? We used to be Crest people, you and I. We liked bad television and shopping malls and staying out all night. Now I'm getting a "Kill Your Television" vibe from you. You're opposed to crass commercialism now? You're worked up. You're lecturing the rest of us. Your breath isn't quite so minty. Finding Tom's in this person's bathroom is like finding Dr. Judith Steinberg Dean -- she who is "not a 'thing' person" -- hiding behind the shower curtain, enjoying a smooshed cupcake.
The Washington Post's Hank Stuever, in top form, on Tom's of Maine toothpaste.