You can taste the tobacco residue in daty. It permeates the hair, mouth, body, and breath regardless of brushing and gargling. That is simple osmosis.
I don't preach about it because the addict gets offended.
I just go away and never come back.
Two or three times I've gone to a smoker's incall, not knowing it, and turned around and left, explaining that I was made chronically ill by the smell of tobacco smoke.
On the upside, in my experience hardly 2% of providers smoke. A few ask.
There must be a humorous way of handling this, but I've not thought of it yet. Smoking killed about 400,000 Americans last year. A few of my favorite uncles died from lung cancer.
I'd rather die from too many blowjobs.

...I would probably not see the provider again if the smell was discernable.

I just can't stand it. Like Schlong said, it's everywhere.

I wanted to try a lady in a city to the east of L.A. because of her reviews and great attitude.  We discussed the smoking issue and she said that she would air out her appartment for me and not smoke before I got to her.  It wasn't too bad, but I didn't try the DFK or much cuddling either.  We ended up doing some not very routine and rather kinky things and it was good sexually.

She contacted me some months later and I returned for a second session and got a completely different exposure.  DFK was awful and DATY similar.  The whole appartment smelled and I couldn't wait to leave.  I didn't tell her because I didn't want to hurt her feelings and really didn't think that it would lead to her quitting.  She has asked me back and I just can't do it.

Hate the smell and taste of cigarrettes. Therefore, there wouldn't be the emotional connection required for a GFE. Just because she kisses and flirts, doesn't make it a GFE...there is so much more to it.

Although I can't stand any of the various odors, residues, osmoses, etc. relating to smoking, and would stack up my distaste for all of this against anybody's, we all know the things we will do when the little guy is in charge.

But there's another factor that overwhelms even enormously pent-up horniness:  there is absolutely no place I belong, and nobody I know, that smells of smoke.  If I were to come home to my wife smelling of smoke -- and an hour spent in a smoker's apartment, I don't care how much it's been aired out, with a smoker, I don't care how well cleansed, will leave me and my clothes reeking -- there is simply no possible explanation of how that could have happened except that I have been somewhere I can't admit to, with someone I can't admit to, doing things I can't admit to.

Doesn't work.  When I walk in to a smoke-smelly apartment, I exit at once.