From the Grove: The story behind Starling Milk

Starling Milk arrived like a lullaby half-remembered—soft, strange, and unshakably familiar.

I wasn’t trying to make something pretty. I was trying to make something tender. This scent was born from the quiet moments: soft night air, the weight of memory, the feeling of being held by something older than you understand.

Creamy vanilla, wild jasmine, and golden resins—notes chosen not for glamour, but for gentleness. This is the scent of whispered names, of hands resting on old books, of windows left cracked open to the night.

Starling Milk is for those who know softness is a form of strength.

For those who’ve dreamed in pale colors.

For those who remember the sound of wings, even when it’s silent.

— Sky

Founder, Ozark Muse