Three men I see regularly have bad breath. They are not close friends and so I don't think it is my place to let them know. It's hard to describe the aromas they breathe out and as far as I know "Smell-a-Blog" has not yet been invented. Let me just say that what they exhale reminds me of the gaseous odours that escape from my compost bin when I remove the lid. Think rotten vegetables and squiggly worms.
It is often hard to concentrate on what these three fellows are saying when their expressions are accompanied by oral flatulence. What is even more surprising is that two of them have wives and the third has a male "partner". Why aren't these people whispering in their ears?
I guess that everybody suffers from temporary bad breath once in a while. Garlic and cigarettes are common culprits but the three gentlemen I am talking about have permanent bad breath. It is most disconcerting.
I recall the early eighties when I was a member of staff in a big secondary school on the southern edge of Sheffield. I had to register a teenage tutor group in one of the Religious Education classrooms. Normally this room was the teaching space of the head of R.E., an older fellow called Alan. Attached to the room was a little office containing a telephone that I occasionally had to use. This was something I never looked forward to simply because the mouthpiece of the phone was polluted with the foul odour of Alan's breath. Sometimes it made me retch.
Fortunately, most people I associate with exhale sweet or neutral smelling air but what about you dear visitor? What is your breath like? May I suggest that you breathe out in the presence of a trusted friend or family member and ask for a truthful verdict. It might be best to brush your teeth beforehand but if there is an underlying issue with your breath, the odour will certainly overwhelm any lingering minty toothpaste smell. Perhaps you have been walking around with bad breath for years and nobody found the courage to tell you.