Yes, Please Pekji 2021

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…!

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