MILK RHUM

I have always thought that gentleness alone does not hold up. It needs a shadow to become true. So I took milk, vanilla, iris. And I poured in the rum. Dark, thick, out of place.

That's where Milk Rhum was born: in the clash. Innocence versus vice, caress versus tear. It does not seek harmony, it rejects it. But in that fracture there is a new balance, one that surprises.

It is not a scent that only wants to please. It is a reminder: sweetness always has two faces. Light and flame.

Head: Myrrh, Rhum
Heart: Milk, Vanilla, Iris
Bottom: Benzoin, Amber, Sandalwood