We Americans are a funny lot. Seems like everything has to smell like a pail of Petunias. But once you've had the olfactory treat of Tokyo Bay as it was 60+ years ago and then spent a year in the midst of rice paddies and their "night soil", stuff like this doesn't seem to bother me at all. It's just a part of nature. Maybe that's why I spent a month this summer renovating my sit house: