It doesn’t bother me either.
Even a fresh, ripe skunk smell reminds me of fresh brewed coffee or strong pot—detected only when rapidly walking past a hippie rock concert with an ice-cold can of Yuengling in me hand.
Maybe we’re hard of smelling.
I don’t think I can smell skunk; or I’m one of the people who don’t mind it. Several times, out driving at night, the people I was with claimed they smelled skunk and I didn’t smell anything very different from motor oil or exhaust.
They say it’s like ferret scent, but stronger; and I’ve never found the smell of ferrets unpleasant.
They say some people actually do like it.