Yep, I think it's fair to say, after nearly 29 days without a smoke, that I don't stink any more.
All without mouthwash, deodorant, soap, gum, breath mints, or cologne.
I'm kissable, huggable, shake-hands-able, at long last, without offensive odor. If you kiss me, it won't be like sucking an ashtray.
If I approach, you won't smell me coming. When I'm with you, you won't need a fan. After I've gone, you won't need air freshener.
Because, my friends, I don't stink no more.