When Jupiter brought his son Hercules to Juno’s breast, he latched on with such vehemence that she awoke and immediately pushed him away, sending drops of milk spraying toward the sky, where they transformed into the Milky Way.
Other drops of her milk fell to the earth, and lilies sprang from them.
Pink Milk is a wonderful place in which,given what it evokes in me olfactively, I would love to take refuge, for the way it comforts but also makes one feel unique.
A fresh opening, created by citrusy notes, gives way to velvety rose petals dipped in milk, meeting the most delicate gourmand nuances.
A rose that makes you feel extremely sensual, while at the same time soothing and comforting.
A perfume that has sparked the interest of many people who have asked me what I sprayed on me.
I like it very much; I find it truly versatile, and interestingly, in my opinion, it will appeal even to those who are not rose lovers.
“Rose in a Glass,” painted by Mondrian
