A deep breath, to fill his lungs with the delicate aroma, he imagines himself in a meadow, dancing daisies swaying in the breeze. Arms stretching out, the gentle caressing touch disturbs the hairs on his arms. Fingers begin tickling buttons into submission. He smooths his fingers gently down, smoothing the cotton and the shape beneath. He looks up and smiles. You just can't beat a freshly laundered and ironed shirt!