I remember from my younger years the taste I would wake up with in my mouth of stale booze - that seems the closest I can describe to his odour after drinking. It also fills my bedroom which is why when the recent relapse occurred I told him I didn't want him sleeping in our room if he'd been drinking. I just couldn't handle that in my comfy, warm bed.
Linkmeister I know what you mean about the cans. It was this horrible chain of events - down the stairs to the kitchen - pop fizz of a beer, out the back door for a smoke. An endless cycle during a given night. I became like Pavlov's dog - cringing just at the sound of a can!