White gone wild. Milk on the edge of the abyss. Inspired by the allure of contrast - the softest milk, just before it tips over. Not the milk you drink, but the milk you spill. On purpose. On skin. On sheets. Warm, viscous, slow. Milk at the height of its decadence.
Dirty Milk begins with a splash of creamy milk and sweet, sticky caramel — infused with a pinch of black pepper. Spicy. Irritating. Just enough to make it dangerous. The spark. The heat before the fall into dirtiness. Then comes the softness: buttery iris meets warm Akigalawood — like skin meeting skin. The finish is heavy and sensual: vanilla and musk melt into the skin like cream on warmth. Lush. Sweet. On the verge of excess. Still sweet. Still dirty. Right where it gets exciting.
