Absolutely I understand. (Although in this one, it's the opposite.)

A former lover of mine had a particular... musk... shall we say. Before we got involved, it drove me nuts - I couldn't get too close to him, because he *stank*.

When we started getting closer, and especially after we got involved, that same musk smelled wonderful, and I could spend *hours* buried in his neck.

Pheromones are strange things.