For me, I just know my breath is bad when the man or woman standing before me passes out.
It is quite embarrassing to have bad breath, especially when you are in the business of very advanced people. I’ve bad breath constantly due to my great delight in eating cheese. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage warns me all the time that eating cheese will create bad breath. I know she’s right, but cheese is extremely delicious.
I was boarding an airplane to go north once the idea struck me that I had eaten a block of cheese before I have to the airport. I was wondering whether my breath smelled bad or not. I tried to test it on myself but it never registered with my nose.
I know I’ve a nose, but my nose doesn’t know when you should smell anything. The one thing the nose of mine does for me is sneeze, especially when I’m not prepared. So, I can’t smell things the manner by which my wife does. She is able to smell an odor 7 days before it is produced!
The way she does that I will never understand and at the stage of mine in life I’m never going to ask her.
According to her, bad breath is not healthy, which is exactly the reason they call it “bad breath.” The contention of mine is, bad is a distant relative thing. One individual smells one way, another individual smells the other way as well as the twain shall not collide. What is bad for one individual is probably not harmful to somebody else.
I’ve a habit of nibbling on cheese. At times, the wife of mine thinks that I’m simply a mouse. In fact, tooth decay gum swollen (just click the following document) she uses the word “rat,” but that is a different story. I enjoy cheese. When I come home the first thing I do is drop by the fridge, get out a block of cheese, slice it, go have a seat as well as enjoy nibbling on that cheese hardly ever worried about the bad breath it may create.