NKDAPE
Minimalist Eau De Parfum
The fragrance that wears like the best smelling skin.
A minimalist may not wear perfume like others do. They wear it more like a whisper. Pink pepper sparkles briefly before dissolving into musk, cedar, and powdered iris. Clean, serene, and intimate, it lingers as a subtle signature rather than a statement. But still not missed by any passer by.
50 ml
Minimalist drifts like skin at rest, not worn but lived. A fleeting spark of pink pepper rises, softening into the tender bloom of iris and ambrette, while musk, cedar, and ambroxan follow like a quiet echo. Clean, serene, and intimate, it lingers like a memory felt rather than seen, weightless, effortless, and entirely your own.
The rain has been falling for days. The ground outside exerts a deep, earthy dampness, drifting into the room. They step inside, hair wet and darkened by the storm, the scent of rain clinging to them, mixing with the warmth of skin. They peel off their wet outer coats.
On the piano, a vase of irises leans slightly, pale petals opening, there is a fresh, milky fragrance rising and mingling with wet hair spray and a drenched earthy tone. Four hands find the keys, brushing and retreating, overlapping in hesitant harmony. And then, unexpectedly, they giggle, soft laughter spilling over the music, light as mist. Earth, iris, rain, skin, and joy tangled together, delicate and fleeting.
The rain continues perpetually. One hand slips away first; the other lingers, following the scent and warmth. What passes between them is unspoken, unreturned, yet fills the room with electricity, a trace of closeness, impossible to forget, lingering long after the notes echo fade and the night falls..
Top: Pink Pepper
Middle: Iris, Ambrette
Base: Musk, Cedar, Ambroxan
It began with books.
NKDAPE began with a six-year-old in a quiet room, drawn not to the words, but to the scents of books. New books smelled of dry ink and crisp linen; antique volumes carried must, wood, and sun-warmed paper. Each was a memory waiting to be unwrapped.
That curiosity grew into a lifelong fascination: how scent stirs the unspoken, lingers like an unfinished sentence, and tells a story without words.
The name plays on “naked ape,” a reminder that perfume isn’t just luxury—it’s instinct, connection, and the intimate dance between fragrance and skin. Every scent evolves differently with each wearer. What begins shared becomes uniquely yours. NKDAPE celebrates the moment the invisible becomes completely personal.
