Dirty Milk

White gone wild. Milk on the edge.
Inspired by the thrill of contrast - the softest milk, right before it turns wild. On skin. On sheets. On purpose. Warm, thick, and slow. It’s milk at the peak of decadence. Dirty Milk starts with a splash of creamy milk and gooey caramel, cut through by a flash of black pepper. Sharp, hot, and just enough to make it dangerous. It’s the spark, the heat before the dirtiness. Then it softens: buttery iris blends into warm akigalawood, like skin meeting skin. The dry-down is slow and thick, with vanilla and musk sinking into the body like cream left on warm skin. Rich, sweet, and just on the edge of decadence.
Still sweet. Still dirty. Right on the edge.