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.
