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Yes, Please Pekji 2021

7.6 / 10 22 Ratings

A popular perfume by Pekji for women and men, released in 2021. The scent is sweet-floral. The longevity is above-average. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Sweet

Floral

Spicy

Fruity

Synthetic

Fragrance Notes

Pear

Vanilla

Rose

Grapefruit

Sichuan pepper Cognac

Cognac

Frankincense Iris

Iris

Perfumer & Creative Guidance

Oemer Ipekçi Brand owner, Perfume maker

Ratings

Scent

7.622 Ratings

Longevity

8.217 Ratings

Sillage

7.317 Ratings

Bottle

7.218 Ratings

Submitted by Profumo, last update on 10/15/2025.

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3 in-depth fragrance descriptions

05/27/2025

9.5Scent 8Longevity 7Sillage

ElAttarine
88 Reviews

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ElAttarine

Top Review 51

Overdosed Feelings of Well-Being, Bipolar Cotton Candy, and the Mind-Body Problem

Behold, my friend, you are beautiful! Your eyes sparkle like cognac behind your iris powder-colored veil. Your hair is like a herd of goats descending from the mountains. Your lips are like a lovely rose-colored string. Your temples are behind your veil like slices of pink grapefruit. Your two breasts are like two gazelle kids grazing under rose blossoms. Until day breaks and the shadows fade, I want to go to the pink cotton candy mountain and the incense hill. How delicious is your love, my sister, dear bride! Delicious like rose champagne. And your scent surpasses all spices. From your lips, my bride, pear juice drips. Vanilla and cognac are under your tongue, and the scent of your clothes is salty like your skin. You are like a pleasure garden of pears and grapefruit and roses, with all kinds of incense shrubs, iris, and vanilla orchids. Arise, North Wind, and come, South Wind, and blow through my garden, that its fragrance may flow and I may bloom internally!
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Attached to my bottle is a transparent sheet on which it is printed, “Bipolar Cotton Candy. Overusing might cause excessive agreeableness.” Excessive consumption can thus lead to excessive feelings of well-being, understood. This fits Ömer's recommendation for the first wear: “For your first time, I highly recommend putting on a sweet song and overspraying the fragrance. Even if you are normally a skeptical jerk.” I am more of an easily enthusiastic fool than a skeptic, but it worked all the more, hallelujah!
This fragrance is pink like its shimmering bottle, yes, and right from the start, there is something dirty-animalistic, but neither beaver nor cow barn nor oud. Sichuan pepper can have a somewhat sour-dirty-animalistic quality, and Ömer İpekçi skillfully and shamelessly brings that out here: grapefruit plus Sichuan pepper plus really well-used synthetics (certainly synthetic musk notes, Iso-E, and synthetic floral notes) create this strangely bodily-animalistic and fascinating note described so aptly by Profumo and Can777. Yes, pear with a Nashi-like sweetness is also present, strangely it doesn’t bother me at all here, and something rose-iris-like, slightly tipsy from cognac, which doesn’t care at all whether it all fits together. It is wonderful! Now and then, vanilla incense wafts through the picture and the mind. The slightly sweaty-salty-dirty-human skin scent remains in a slightly subdued form until the end.
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On the back of the translucent insert is an excerpt from a scientific text discussing, from the perspective of philosophy and neuroscience, how the separation of body and soul and of conscious and unconscious could be overcome, and to what extent the mind tends to such dualisms again and again. I don’t want to bore you with details here, but Ömer's series “Reset Collection” deals with the question of how fragrances can strengthen and integrate different levels of consciousness: Blacklight is about mental consciousness, Flesh about physical, Yes, Please aims to give space to the emotional level in a “seductive, weightless atmosphere,” and Purpl is about ways into and especially out of consensual reality (that is, what is considered real within a certain group or culture). Well.
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I simply stick to the overdosed enjoyment of the bipolar sparkling pink cotton candy, sometimes dirty, sometimes painfully sour, sometimes beautifully sweet-vanilla, shimmering like the bottle. Dirty funky iris powdered sugar, sensual, animalistic, salty, enchanting. Especially towards the end, waves of vanilla incense float like sweet mists through the air. Yes, please!

The mentioned scientific text:
https://www.scirp.org/pdf/
ojpp_2020112711410287.pdf
The initial text is a rewriting of chapter four from the Song of Solomon.

12/21/2023

9Scent 8Longevity 8Sillage

Can777
257 Reviews

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Can777

Top Review 47

And so he found her again…!

He was still the little prince. There was only one difference. He was now grown up and quite experienced. He had lived and practiced the philosophy of his father Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for a very, very long time. He saw love with his heart. And he had also felt it physically. Just once. And it was beautiful! Only he had forgotten how it smelled. It had been too long! What did it smell like again? One thing he knew. It definitely smelled of roses. And so he took a rose. Pure, unspecific, and almost simply constructed. And then he wandered lost in thought into his laboratory…!

There he sprinkled it with fruity essences of juicy grapefruit. It was the essence of "bitterness." As juicy and bitter as a pain. But the pain was not deep enough yet, thought the little prince. So he took the spiciest, darkest pepper he had and sprinkled it on the fruity rose. It was the essence of "pain." And so the vulnerability of the thorns was added. Sharp, temperamental, wild, and confusing!

The rose, or in this sense, love, was slowly taking shape. But it was still not what he imagined. And so he refined it further. He reached for the bottle labeled "carelessness." It smelled of narcotic wormwood or cognac. The scent clouded his senses; it was so strong. The little prince dosed it very sensitively and gently. The rose now smelled much more buoyant, lighter, and almost weightless. Beautiful... but still not what he envisioned!

It lacked "tenderness." He found it quite far back on the shelf of emotions. It was completely dusty. As if it hadn't been needed for a long time. He opened the jar with awe and caution. It was one of the strongest emotions. He held his hand over his mouth and nose to avoid crying. The smell was so beautiful. But the scent still hit him. And tears flowed. The "tenderness" smelled of vanilla-dusted, juicy pears. So soft and name-giving... painfully tender!

The rose smelled perfect of it! But that was not how love smelled. It was too smooth and flawless. It was not like that. He knew it from his own, painful experience! And so he searched in his father's laboratory for something that was locked away. It was too wild, unruly, strong, and it stank. So much he knew. And it was too disturbing to be left out in the open. So he sneaked into the bedroom of his father Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to steal the key for the poison cabinet where the darkest and most disturbing essence was stored. And he found it…!

And so the little, big prince went to the poison cabinet and opened it. There stood, covered in iris dust, a tiny little flask. It was adorned with a rose-gold emblem, barely readable under all the delicate dust. He gently and carefully freed the little flask from it and read what was written on it. In faded red-brown ink, it said…PHYSICALITY. It was the state of deepest familiarity and intimacy..!

So he took the flask with the utmost care in his hands and added only a felt half drop of human musk to his creation of love. Instantly, it withered and wilted. And it smelled terrible. But also fascinating! But his experiment, or rather the rose of love, recovered quickly. Very quickly! Everything lifeless was instantly flooded with light. An infinitely deep and wonderful glow flowed through every leaf, every bud, and the blossom itself. It was like the spark of life. And it began to smell. So infinitely disturbing-beautiful. So aggressive and yet so passive. So tender and yet so deeply painful. Yes,... that was how love and the rose smelled to him. It was perfect for him. That was how he had once felt it. So irritating, human, vulnerable-floral…!

Then he carefully took the still very fragile, weakened, and unique rose in his hands and placed it on the windowsill in his bedroom. So that it might grow. He opened the window so that the light of the stars could shine on it and its scent might touch the lonely stars. And he nourished it every evening before he fell asleep with a tear. So that it wouldn’t dry out. And so the little, big prince fell asleep peacefully every night. Surrounded by a deep, happy-human memory of love itself…!

THE END

My dear friends, members, and readers!
This was my last review and story for this year. And it was, as always, a pleasure. Hoping it reached and pleased you!? For more background knowledge, I recommend the great commentary by Profumo. Like the little prince, I have long seen with my heart. At least that’s what I think!? It’s not always just about perfumes. I have been granted much insight into foreign hearts this year. And I have also warmed the access to mine. And this with full honesty! One finds oneself here in a wonderful and magical way. Again and again new. Again and again unique and beautiful! Here at Parfumo, it often smells just like now in the bedroom of the little, big prince. It smells of LOVE,... one just has to follow the scent. Each of us can send and also receive. But one should also open their window so that it reaches other stars or one is reached themselves. Let’s tear the windows open together so that LOVE can float to the hidden and lonely stars that still live in the dark! I wish everyone here a wonderful Christmas. Embrace what you love. Cherish what you have and hold it very, very tight. Love, friendship, partnership. And keep your humanity and compassion well! Everything is so infinitely valuable, fragile, delicate, and precious…!

I love you all,... merry, happy, contemplative, and wonderful Christmas!
Can (The already very old, little, big prince)

And here is "Hope." However, one must hear and also see it. I know it all too well! Hear it loudly…!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_U9WURgOtf0

11/21/2023

9Scent 9Longevity 8Sillage

Profumo
288 Reviews

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Top Review 24

Yes, please - more of this!

There are phases where I am truly tired of scents, my interest in the countless new releases wanes, and my attention can thankfully turn to other things that are at least as close to my heart.
However, reliably, sooner or later, a representative of its kind comes around the corner to pull me out of my olfactory lethargy and remind me how exciting and thrilling the world of fragrances can be, and how beautiful it is to still be able to "burn" for it.

Necessarily, it doesn't have to be a new discovery that is responsible for this: it can also be a scent I have long since sniffed that ignites me, one that perhaps didn't catch my attention initially, or another from its group that stole the show from it, or I simply wasn't ready for it yet, had to take a detour through scent X and scent Y, or it was simply chance that brought the sample back into my hands - sometimes it takes a few encounters before it clicks!

Two years ago, I found "Yes, Please" quite nice, but apparently not nice enough that it, to use a modern term, 'picked me up.'
At that time, I received a whole sample set from Ömer's new fragrance series, which I found quite challenging overall, but not uninteresting. How could it be otherwise: Ömer İpekçi cannot make uninteresting fragrances, at least I don't know any! Still, none of them really blew me away.
At first.

The sample set moved on, but I had "Flesh" under my nose again several months later and was completely thrilled. A few months later, it was "Yes, Please" this time, and I thought: Wow!, what a great scent! How could I have overlooked it before?!

I fear the whole line - the perfumer calls it his "Reset Collection" - tends to be overlooked because, unlike his previous works, the new ones are certainly more cumbersome, disharmonious, and less 'catchy.'
While they may reveal Ömer's artistic potential more clearly than his earlier works, they are indeed less Puccini and more Schönberg, meaning: less accessible, and yes, also less trivial. Not that his earlier creations were trivial, no (even Puccini is not trivial, at least most of the time), but one or another olfactory aria was quicker and easier to decipher: for example, rose and amber intonate the all-too-familiar Oriental sound; patchouli, cistus, and earthy vetiver the dark earth theme; amber, mastic, lavender, and a herbal choir sing of the Mediterranean coastlines. Everything somehow familiar and locatable, but still quirky and strong enough in character to reveal a distinct signature.

But "Yes, Please," "Purpl," "Flesh," and "Blacklight"?
Well, "Blacklight" is still somewhat quickly understandable: the scent is cool, oscillating between bright aldehydes and deep black leathery smoke, it quite plausibly represents scented black light. And "Flesh"? Well, the musky powder, iris, and ambrette: the familiar skin theme, but what on earth is with the bucket of wall paint? "Purpl," finally, with vinyl, sweat, and strawberries - what the f*ck?! And now this shake of cognac, pear, and grapefruit, garnished with peppery rose and surrounded by an undefinable stink that almost makes me gag.
Forget "Yes, Please" - "No, Thanks!!!"

What is this?
Usually, animalistic additions are hidden more among the base notes: here a bit of fecal civet, there a trace of leathery castoreum, perhaps a hint of dirty, lustful musk. But this doesn't smell like an animal and practically hits you in the face, just like that, 'in your face,' smack!

Well, I have no idea. The few available comments on this scent are rather vague. The Sichuan pepper? The combination of grapefruit, pear, and cognac? Or is it a nasty musk connection?
In any case, it stinks.
Somehow, though, not unpleasant.
From test to test - this bizarre intro increasingly captivates me - the bristled nose hairs actually begin to relax slowly, and after a while, I suddenly find this disruptive note, this party crasher of an otherwise quite harmonious rosy-fruity interaction, even attractive!
Rarely has repeated testing of a fragrance taught me such a better lesson. Yes, I must even say that it has taught me the true essence of this work only gradually. Which brings me back to Schönberg, who also does not reveal himself immediately, into whom one must always listen deeply again and again, just as one should not trust one's first impression here, but should always take a deep sniff.

Today, I no longer find this disruptive note bothersome at all; on the contrary - I would miss it if it suddenly weren't there. Yes, it has to be there, it needs to be. Perhaps the scent would simply be too harmless without it. In any case, it gains not only tension from it but also delicacy, an unexpectedly attractive charm that would make me answer the question: more of this?, instantly with: yes, please!

Later, this disharmonious starting chord increasingly morphs into a reconciliatory, sensually pleasing harmony of fruity accents, beautifully balanced between sweet and sour, a floral presence, without any floral shop stuffiness or sickly-sweet indolic notes, a distinctly boozy quality, clouded by fine trails of incense, subtly flavored with vanilla.
A distant echo of the initial 'stink' remains until the end, although weakening, but present enough to maintain the tension and keep the attractiveness alive.

Ömer recommends:

“For your first time, I highly recommend putting on a sweet song and overspraying the fragrance. Even if you are normally a skeptical jerk.”

Me, a skeptical jerk?
No, definitely not.
Therefore, yes please, more of this!