Good, bacon smells good, but bacon smells.
If I was an international spy, I would never eat bacon because it would be impossible to sneak up on unsuspecting guards at secret facilities.
Being an international spy is tricky enough. I think worrying about how I smell is one-element-too-many to worry about.
Unless we're talking about a nice pancetta. That goes without saying.
Or a thick-sliced dry rub.
Or hickory smoked.
Heck, even turkey bacon.
Come to think of it, I smell like bacon right now.