Fresh milk is warm, and watery pale.
Its packaging walks and talks, and runs, and makes love. It is absent of labeling.
It has no fixed quantity, or set of loading of nutrients, but ebbs and flows according to the needs of its consumers.
It is flavored with garlic, or vanilla, or carrots, and sometimes all these things. It is not confined to fridges and stores, but is everywhere women are.
–from the book Fresh Milk: The Secret Life of Breasts by Fiona Giles