No matter how many obscure new niche brands I sniff, Nasomatto still feels like my first perfume crush—chaotic, creative, unhinged in the best way. This round, I’m sharing my totally subjective takes on a few less-talked-about gems👇 Fantomass Starts all sweet like melon candy. Wait five minutes—suddenly it smells like a stranger’s skin. Not yours. Not your lover’s. A stranger. Creepy? Yes. Addictive? Also yes. Silver Musk Soft. Cold. Clean. A hint of metal. Like powdered snow on skin. Basically, if you want to smell like a gentle ice ghost, this is it. Baraonda Whiskey in a poem. Woody, boozy, but not drunk. Just buzzed. Skips the alcohol burn, keeps the beauty. Smooth like a last sip before closing time. Absinthe Same alcohol theme, totally different vibe. Bitter, sharp, green. Less party, more “contemplating life in a cold forest.” Feels like it should sting a bit—and it does. Nudiflorum Wild. Soft. Dirty. It’s flowers, but with body heat and animal fur. No sugary intro, just straight into intimate territory. Unapologetically primal. P.S. Still got Blamage, Duro, Black Afgano, Pardon to go—next round’s gonna be even weirder. Stay tuned. #beauty #fragrance #nicheobsession