Sense Sonnet - Pumper

I am ambergris. I smell good.
The ancient people cherished me.
During the Plague, folks thought I could
Sweet smell away fatality.
An aphrodesiac for some,
For some a fix for common cold.
Into whatever lives I come,
I soothe senses of young and old.
Perfume makers do pay big bucks
To buy my craved for perfume scents
That I bring to bottles - aw shucks!
Cuz I come from humble expense.

I am ambergris, smell telltale,
I am the vomit from a whale.