Entering the World and Love Nose First

Could you share some stories of how a friendship or a relationship broke up or never got started because the object of potential affection (or fraternization) could not understand your sense of smell or your palate and how that ultimately was the symbol of deeper issues? Such as, could you ever get into bed with a someone who wore Opium or who put a nose in a glass, smelled a big, fat stinking oaky fruit bomb laced with espresso and said, “terrific,” knocked it back and went for more?