I will only like you if my nose does

Shocking in our over sanitised age - but scent still influences us deeply

I run through air
Laced with invisible ribbons
Some vile, some divine. 
A whiff of something dead and rotting,
Fox shit, dog poo, hot day bins.
An unwashed cyclist
Trails his stinking banner.
Crushed leaves, clean earth
Mown grass and scorched mud
Fresh water like the smell
Of life itself

Crude florals of deodorant and Daz
Wild flowers' tiny scents
Musky balsam of wet tree bark.
Elusive sweetnesses
Wood smoke from the houseboats
Seasick diesel fumes,
Tar's delicious minerality 
Enticing tang of fresh concrete.

Stories for a sense so
Underused in humans and
Considered rather shocking
Animal, base and earthy,
Even in this age of so-called freedom,
Sanitised, deodorised and much too clean.
I will only like you if my nose does.