Gobsmacked by the lightest sense of comfort is how I would describe this. You can take it as a measly explanation for my look of bewilderment. I'm really starting to lose the sense of irony in the whole frosted motif I attributed to this shirt just because of its breathability. Not saying clothes partake in oxygen consumption. Just giving pale iced cotton its moment of glory. There used to be a word to describe ideally fit and streamlined denim shirts, and that word was perfect. Not an understatement in this case.