For me personally, I only know my breath is bad when the person standing face me passes out.
It is somewhat embarrassing to have bad breath, particularly if you are in the organization of very advanced individuals. I have bad breath constantly because of the great delight of mine in eating cheese. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage warns me all of the time that eating cheese is going to create bad breath. I know she’s right, but cheese is quite delicious.
I was boarding an aircraft to go north when the thought struck me that I’d consumed a block of cheese before I have to the terminal. I was wondering whether my breath smelled bad or not. I attempted to test it on myself however, it never registered with the nose of mine.
I understand I have a nose, but the nose of mine does not know when you should smell anything. The only thing my nose does for me personally is sneeze, particularly when I am not prepared. So, I can’t smell things the way my wife does. She is able to smell an odor seven days before it’s produced!
How she does which I will never know and at my stage in life I’m never ever going to question her.
Based on her, bad breath is not healthy, and this is the reason they call it “bad breath.” My contention is, bad is a distant relative thing. One individual smells one way, someone else smells the other way and the twain shall never collide. What is detrimental to one individual is probably not damaging to somebody else.
I have a pattern of nibbling on cheese. From time to time, the wife of mine thinks that I am only a mouse. Actually, she uses the name “rat,” but that is a unique story. I just love cheese. When I come home the very first thing I do is head to the fridge, get out a block of cheese, slice it, go sit down and love nibbling on that cheese hardly ever worried about the halitosis it may produce.
