Beard Smoke

So I always thought of myself as being a tolerant non-smoker: I have a vague nostalgia for smoky New York bars and tend to hate it when people make a fuss about people smoking near them.  Over the past few weeks it has become clear, however, that I am a complete and utter poser: for the love of christ I'm ready for my clothes to stop smelling like smoke.  I can't taste my food.  I wake up with sore throats.  Worst of all it gets in my beard.  I had to literally shampoo my beard this morning.