Eggs. Eggs are strange things. Or perhaps in this matter, I am strange. You see, my friends, should the scent of eggs being prepared accost my olifactory system, it induces a sense of repulsion and even nausea. I am repelled strongly by it.
Yet to devour eggs - that is to say, when they accost instead my gustatory system - I find their taste to be varied according to the method of preparation, but not universally unpleasant. Indeed one could go so far as to say that I rather enjoy those eggs which are boiled or fried, for example, and I certainly appreciate a good omelette!
This serves merely as an example. Discuss sensory conflicts! (And the first person to say they like the look but hate the sound of their wife gets Jap Clap.)