George Carlin said "Sometimes my farts smell so good I just want to stay in a closet and not share them with anyone".
It's not fun to stumble upon someone else's methane cloud though. It's probably some deeply rooted primal thing that dates back to early man.
I had a friend with a big old beat up Chevy panel truck. Only the driver side window worked. The window on the passenger side was a piece of plywood that didn't roll down. So he was in charge of ventilation. His favorite breakfast was hard boiled eggs covered with catsup and a bowl of oatmeal. When you road in his truck you were at his mercy, and he was merciless.