The same can be said of a lot of aromas.
I'll pass by people on my bike rides and catch a whiff in the air. Occasionally, driving down the street. It doesn't bother me and on the same end I HATE IT!
Let me use this comparison. It's like someone getting a nice bottle of Merlot, grilling a steak, and then putting ice in the wine and ketchup on the steak.
Look at all those two-packs of cigars sold. So many idiots are wrapping them in things like "Peach Ass flavored Grape." You still recognize the smell of mari ... it's ruined by everything else.
@Krimson The Afghan strains hit state-side in the 70's and early 80's and the guys on the west coast had a field day. All about where you were.