Soft and pleasant-smelling...

...would be what my breasts are, as I discovered at yoga tonight, when I did a pose that involved some bent-over chin tucking that brought my face and my tatas thisclose to eachother. They were certainly better-smelling than the stinky bald man next to me, who bumped me a couple of times during sun salutations and had his big bare foot within a foot or two of my face.