The minute I opened the bottle I was forcibly reminded of the time I was 13-14, didn't check the expiration on the milk before pouring it into my cereal, and took a big, awful bite of Frosted Flakes and curdled milk. "Ok", I thought, "a few people have mentioned that this turned wonderful on the skin. I'll give it a whirl." Unfortunately, the only thing it turned for me was my stomach. It still smelled overwhelmingly like sugary curdled milk.
(I have to mention that to this day, even the smell of good milk can make me a little nauseated, so take this review with a grain of salt. I don't like milk to drink, and it doesn't seem to work any better if I wear it.)
I'm sure I'll be able to rehome this moo-cow with someone that milk gets along with.