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 tha
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 tha