I used to be an occassional pipe smoker back in my college days. The smoke (with the right tobacco) smelled great, but my breath didn’t.
When my first child was born I gave it up and never smoked again. I figured being around to see him (and eventually his siblings) grow up, marry, and have their own children, was more important to me (and FOR them) than any taiyvah for smoking.
That was over thirty years ago.