Ah, sweet halitosis! Thanks for reminding me you ….
I once worked with a guy who revered garlic - - garlic for breakfast, garlic toothpaste, you get the idea.
He was also nearly a chain smoker of the cheapest cigarettes and, I’m guessing, last brushed his teeth in 1975.
The reason I’m bothering to tell you this is that he spoke very softly, and this required him to engage in conversation at extremely close range, dangerously so considering his affinity for putrid, gut-wrenching breath.
A nice enough fellow, but difficult to hold any decent conversation with him without an industrial application of Febreze and a highly favourable headwind.