To each, his/her own bottom & saddle, I guess.
I took my Raven up into the hills the other day--we went from no foliage to full foliage in a week, the standard "you'll miss it if you blink" springtime transition--and atop the escarpment, met up with a young Québecois guy on a trick carbon Cervélo.
We had a Brooks love-in, admiring each other's saddles (not bottoms). He had a C-13 Cambium with a cut-out: said his stock Fizik worked for one year, and then painful numbness set in exactly where you don't want it. Since he got the C-13 last year, he no longer thinks about his saddle, le critère d'excellence for both of us.
He ooohed and aaahed over Osi's 4-year-old Brooks Champion B-17 brown 'un, "Looks like new," he said.