Mustard-yellow fuzz, a pink stiletto heel, and a bottle of Blamage tucked in like it belongs there. Nasomatto does not make perfume for polite company. Blamage — the name itself is the French word for embarrassment — opens sharp and resinous, then settles into something far stranger and more compelling than it has any right to be. This is the kind of scent that walks into a room before you do. Fragrance: @nasomatto Only at Blink