From the Oracle of Amygdala

Smells are more subtle, more primeval than wines.
Some, pheromonal like ripe armpits, wet leaves,
twelfth-century churches and horse-sweat,
can be appreciated only by a few of us:
more rich and gorgeous than works
by Rachmaninov or Vuillard,
yet to others null - or, conversely,
comparable with crap,
as to me deodorants, after-shaves and most perfumes
are comparable with
American cinema, Zyklon-B, fast-food or rap.