I'm always super sensitive about my breath. I try to take care of it, but at times, I am just a little bit off schedule. I really do not know when my breath is really bad.
For me, I just know the breath of mine is bad when the man or woman standing face me passes out.
It is rather embarrassing to have bad breath, particularly when you're in the organization of very advanced individuals. I've bad breath all the time because of my great delight in eating cheese. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage warns me all of the moment that eating cheese is going to create bad breath. I know she's right, but cheese is extremely tasty.

I was boarding an airplane to travel north once the idea struck me I'd eaten a block of cheese before I have to the airport. I was wondering whether my breath smelled terrible or not. I made an effort to test it on myself but it never registered with my nose.

I realize I have a nose, but my nose does not know when you ought to smell anything. The only thing my nose does for prodentim, sources, me personally is sneeze, particularly when I'm not prepared. And so, I can't smell things the manner by which my wife does. She can smell an odor 7 days before it's produced!
How she does that I will never understand and at my stage in life I'm certainly not going to ask her.
According to her, bad breath is always bad, and that is the reason they call it "bad breath." My contention is, bad is a distant relative idea. One individual smells a proven way, another person smells the other way as well as the twain shall never collide. What is harmful to one individual might not be bad for somebody else.

I have a pattern of nibbling on cheese. Occasionally, my wife thinks that I'm only a mouse. Actually, she uses the name "rat," but that is a different story. I really love cheese. When I come home the initial thing I do is go to the fridge, get out a block of cheese, slice it, go take a seat and also enjoy nibbling on that cheese hardly ever worried about the bad breath it may produce.