I also hate the way cigarette smoke smells.
Emphatically agreed! And the persistent feeling of
asphixiation or
hypoxia that it can produce. Alas, from birth to leaving home for college, I was engulfed in the
2nd-hand smoke from my parents, who had smoked since their high-school years. They would even smoke at their usual near-chain rate during long family drives in cold weather to visit relatives, allowing
no relief by
fresh air to their children: "Close that window! It's too d@#n cold outside!", my father would growl, as they stubbornly continued to smoke cigarette after cigarette. That gross lack of consideration for their Catholic-family's worth of children was their only fault in the genteel
Southern manners with which both were widely credited.
So I have
no tolerance for smoking in my presence, for the easy-to-understand reason that it
fouls otherwise
clean air that I believe I'm entitled to breathe at
all times. But the "try-honey-instead-of-vinegar" approach rarely works on smokers; the grip of the addiction seems usually to be too strong. Of course, my refusal to tolerate it puts me at a social disadvantage in the region where tobacco first became an important cash crop (dating back to early British colonies in North America).
The only means I've found for increasing my tolerance of that 2nd-hand smoke are
fermented beverages, but they seem to need to be chain-drank; I assume that their effect is to
locally anesthetize my
mouth & throat.