You know a Perci when you see them. They’re a real West End looker, radiating a certain je ne sais quoi, and leaving the air a little sweeter.

They walk down the street with confidence in their step and a pop classic in their headphones. They’re in their own world, and it’s a beautiful place to be E.M. Forster mixed with the groove of De La Soul, the suaveness of Stanley Tucci and eccentric Luke Edward hall. What a place! You can’t put your finger on why, but you can’t help but stare. You’re transfixed.

Perci is the embodiment of passion, motivation, aspiration, athleticism, seduction... all the traits we desire for ourselves. They love a martini or two (or three), and get funnier as the bar tab rises. They’re constantly looking for love and romance, which people often mistake as being boy-crazy, but they see it as being crazy for love (heck, it’s not even always a boy on their radar).

But don’t mistake a Perci for all style, no substance. Big mistake. Huge!

Perci can hold their own amongst the intelligentsia just as much as the glitterati. But most importantly, you wouldn’t want anyone else in your corner. Perci will be the first shoulder you cry on, and the last person to ever judge you for it. They’re friends to many, but devoted to few. But if you are one of the few, then you’ve struck gold. Long story short, Perci is divine!