It makes scents

 

The last thing I’d ever wish to be would be the aroma of buttered popcorn in the movie theatre.  Always traveling inside everyone’s nose.  No thanks.  I also wouldn’t want to be the smell of candy in a candy shop.  Always too sickening sweet and again flying up nostrils.  Yuck.

 If I were to be a scent, I’d pick the forest after a summer rain.  Clean, fresh and inviting.  Very little concern over human noses vacuuming me up.  Just the occasional woodland creature, more concerned with finding a tasty snack than appreciating their surroundings.