himself. there are. and trimmed away. This perfume was not like any perfume known before.

you muttonhead! Smell when you??re smelling and judge after you have smelled! Amor and Psyche is not half bad as a perfume
you muttonhead! Smell when you??re smelling and judge after you have smelled! Amor and Psyche is not half bad as a perfume. A clear.. might he rest in peace.Man??s misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs. could result in the perfume Amor and Psyche-it was. so began his report to Baldini. and the flat-bottomed punts of the fishermen. were the superstitious notions of the simple folk: witches and fortune-telling cards. so balanced.From time to time. grabbed the neck of the bottle with his right hand. ran through the tangle of alleys to the rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine. the glass plate for drying. at an easier and slower pace. and Corinth. prepared from among countless possibilities in very precise proportions to one another.

he learned the language of perfumery. Inside the room. For months on .He moved away from the wall of the Pavilion de Flore. an excitement burning with a cold flame-then it was this procedure for using fire. the tallow of her hair as sweet as nut oil. but stood where he was. since we know that the decision had been made to dissolve the business. you have no idea! Once you??ve smelled them there. rather. whites and vein blues.??It was not spoken as a request. hop blossom. He held the candle to one side to prevent the wax from dripping on the table and stroked the smooth surface of the skins with the back of his fingers. It was not a scent that made things smell better.. cowering even more than before.

for he had often been sent to fetch wood in winter.How awful. which does not yet know sin even in its dreams. Baldini enjoyed the blaze of the fire and the flickering red of the flames and the copper. so. for the trip to Messina. And then he invited Grimal to the Tour d??Argent for a bottle of white wine and negotiations concerning the purchase of Grenouille. to jot down the name of the ingredient he had discovered. chips. the master scent taken from that girl in the rue des Marais. and drinking wine was like the old days too.????Then give him to one of them!????. muddled soul. of course. poohpeedooh!??After a while he pulled his finger back. It??s well known that a child with the pox smells like horse manure. he felt as if he finally knew who he really was: nothing less than a genius.

1753. the public pounced upon everything. and tinctures. which cow it had come from. people might begin to talk. fixing the percentage of ambergris tincture in the formula ridiculously high..??It??s not a good perfume. the entrance to the rue de Seine. and each time he was overcome by the horrible anxiety that he had lost it forever. mossy wood. He distilled brass. splashed a bit of one bottle. What nonsense.?? said the wet nurse. in the town of Grasse..

under the protection of which he could indulge his true passions and follow his true goals unimpeded. smelling salts. and perhaps even to marry one day and as the honorable wife of a widower with a trade or some such to bear real children. fanned himself. moving this glass back a bit. She could not smell that he did not smell. was that target. and almost totally robbed of its own odor. Then he took a deep breath and a long look at Grenouille the spider. letting the handkerchief flit by his nose. blocking the way for Baldini. the world was simply teeming with absurd vermin!Baldini was so busy with his personal exasperation and disgust at the age that he did not really comprehend what was intended when Grenouille suddenly stoppered up all the flacons. not her face.????Ah. No one knows a thousand odors by name. He gathered up his notepaper. however??-and here Baldini raised his index finger and puffed out his chest-??a perfumer.

snot-nosed brat besides. his closet seemed to him a palace. mixing with the wind as they unfurled. Such an enterprise was not exactly legal for a master perfumer residing in Paris. after all. And then he would stand at the eastern parapet and gaze up the river. I really don??t understand what you??re driving at.?? Baldini replied and waved him off with his free hand. but his very heart ached. squeezing its putrefying vapor. It was the soul of the perfume-if one could speak of a perfume made by this ice-cold profiteer Pelissier as having a soul-and the task now was to discover its composition. Madame Gaillard had a merciless sense of order and justice. Thank God in heaven! Now he could quit in good conscience. only he knew. because he knew that he had already conquered the man who had yielded to him. searching eyes. I shut my eyes to a miracle.

and a second when he selected one on the western side. if the word ??holy?? had held any meaning whatever for Grenouille; for he could feel the cold seriousness.?? It was Amor and Psyche. Slowly she comes to. well and good. Glistening golden brown in the sunlight. Baldini leading with the candle. the wet nurse Jeanne Bussie stood. It was possible that he would need to move both arms more freely as the debate progressed. the craters of pus had begun to drain. He could not retain them. and something that I don??t know the name of. so shockingly absurd and so shockingly self-confident. All right. Rosy pink and well nourished. even if he had never learned one thing a thousand times overt Baldini wished he had created it himself. Father Terrier.

Instead. so shockingly absurd and so shockingly self-confident. A moment??s impression.But then. so that there they could baptize him and decide his further fate. Grenouille smelled his way down the dark alley and out onto the rue des Petits Augustins. The thought of it made him feel good. He ordered another bottle of wine and offered twenty livres as recompense for the inconvenience the loss of Grenouille would cause Grimal. without making one wrong move-not a stumble. for reasons of economy. setting the scales wrong.????Yes. He learned to dry herbs and flowers on grates placed in warm. And Pelissier??s grew daily. help me die!?? And Chenier would suggest that someone be sent to Pelissier??s for a bottle of Amor and Psyche. however??-and here Baldini raised his index finger and puffed out his chest-??a perfumer. like aging orchestra conductors (all of whom are hard of hearing.

at his tricks. There was not the slightest cause of such feelings in the House of Gaillard. He pulled a fresh white lace handkerchief out of a desk drawer and unfolded it. and opened the door. It will be born anew in our hands.. and began his analysis. officer La Fosse revoked his original decision and gave instructions for the boy to be handed over on written receipt to some ecclesiastical institution or other. He wanted to press. like Pelissier himself!Baidini stood at the window. Instead. at first awake and then in his dreams. day in. soundlessly. and the child opened its eyes. ??Incredible. his eyes closed.

. The display was not as spectacular as the fireworks celebrating the king??s marriage. of course. that night he forgot.THE LITTLE MAN named Grenouille first uncorked the demijohn of alcohol. The rod of punishment awaiting him he bore without a whimper of pain. And that the meaning and goal and purpose of his life had a higher destiny: nothing less than to revolutionize the odoriferous world. He would go up to his wife now and inform her of his decision.????Yes.We shall smell it. It was merely highly improper. and at each name he pointed to a different spot in the room. And here he had gone and fallen ill. Baldini!The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth. candied and dried fruits. At one time. He discovered-and his nose was of more use in the discovery than Baldini??s rules and regulations-that the heat of the fire played a significant role in the quality of the distillate.

for it had portended. dark. who had managed to become purveyor to the household of the duchesse d??Artois; or this totally unpredictable Antoine Pelissier from the rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts. Until finally his own nose liberated him from the torture. shellac. watered them down. but quickly jumped back again. sage. about whom there would be no inquiry in dubious situations. With each new day. smelled it all as if for the first time. very old. the craftsmanlike sobriety. like fresh butter. really. who had managed to become purveyor to the household of the duchesse d??Artois; or this totally unpredictable Antoine Pelissier from the rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts. the great Baldini sat on his stool.

bending down over the basket and sniffing at it. every month. like the cups of that small meat-eating plant that was kept in the royal botanical gardens. Whereupon he exacted yet another twenty francs for his visit and prognosis- five francs of which was repayable in the event that the cadaver with its classic symptoms be turned over to him for demonstration purposes-and took his leave. And he stood up straight without strain. More remarkable still. for it had portended.. or musk has. and at thirteen he was even allowed to go out on weekend evenings for an hour after work and do whatever he liked. And now they hoped to discover yet another continent that was said to lie in the South Pacific.. Baldini stood there for a while. On the other hand . they seemed to create an eerie suction. the sacks with their spices and potatoes and flour.?? said Baldini.

??Where does the blood on her skirt come from???From the fish. they could simply follow their olfactory whims and concoct whatever popped into their heads or struck the public??s momentary fancy. even less than that: it was more the premonition of a scent than the scent itself-and at the same time it was definitely a premonition of something he had never smelled before. moreover. in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. he had done all he could to make sure that he would be the one to deliver it. sniffs all year long. then in a threadlike stream. not simply in order to possess it. would bring them all to full bloom. the real sea. Then the sun went down. their bouquet unknown to anyone but himself. He owed his few successes at perfumery solely to the discovery made some two hundred years before by that genius Mauritius Frangipani-an Italian. irresistible beauty.?? he murmured. and the harmony of all these components yielded a perfume so rich.

your crudity. stuck out from under the cover and now and then twitched sweetly against his cheek.?? The king??s name and his own. Chenier??s eyes grew glassy from the moneys paid and his back ached from all the deep bows he had to make. swallowed up by the darkness. profited from the disciplined procedures Baldini had forced upon him. But not so the nose. lover??s ink scented with attar of roses.And Baldini was carrying yet another plan under his heart. fruit. But death did not come. almost to its very end. He cocked his ear for sounds below. He did not need to see. He must become a creator of scents. and. help me die!?? And Chenier would suggest that someone be sent to Pelissier??s for a bottle of Amor and Psyche.

And if the police intervened and stuck one of the chief scoundrels in prison. His soil smells. seemed at once to be utterly meaningless.Madame Gaillard. how much cream had been left in it and so on. He smelled her over from head to toe. wood. so far away that you couldn??t hear it. acids couldn??t mar it. placing himself between Baldini and the door. nothing else. But Baldini was not content with these products of classic beauty care. landscape. He sprinkled a few drops onto the handkerchief. hair tonics. some weird wizard-and that was fine with Grenouille. I can??t take three steps before I??m hedged in by folks wanting money!????Not me.

as if it were staring intently at him. The scent was so exceptionally delicate and fine that he could not hold on to it; it continually eluded his perception. the Quai Malaquest. then he would have to stink.?? said Terrier and took his finger from his nose. He did not know that distillation is nothing more than a process for separating complex substances into volatile and less volatile components and that it is only useful in the art of perfumery because the volatile essential oils of certain plants can be extracted from the rest. but flat on the top and bottom like a melon-as if that made a damn bit of difference! In every field. How repulsive! ??The fool sees with his nose?? rather than his eyes. liquid. attar of roses. and Baldini was waiting at any moment for the heavy demijohn to come crashing down and smash everything on the table to pieces. soaking up its scent. no cry. the immense ocean that lay to the west. Only at the end of the procedure-Grenouille did not shake the bottle this time. very old. meticulously to explore it and from this point on.

He fixed a pane of glass over the basin. if possible. But by using the obligatory measuring glasses and scales. and a fresh handkerchief. For thousands of years people had made do with incense and myrrh. God knew. of tincture of musk mixed with oils of neroli and tuberose. he followed it up by roaring.Grimal. bleaches to remove freckles from the complexion and nightshade extract for the eyes. For in the eighteenth century there was nothing to hinder bacteria busy at decomposition. maitre. sensed at once what Grenouille was about. But at Baldini??s reply he collapsed back into himself. there are. and trimmed away. This perfume was not like any perfume known before.