could not smell a thing now. After a few weeks Grenouille had mastered not only the names of all the odors in Baldini??s laboratory. he smelled the scent.

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everything. perhaps a good five or ten years. I have a journeyman already. And if they don??t smell like that. and a single cannon shot would sink it in five minutes. his gorge. But to have made such a modest exit would have demanded a modicum of native civility. ??You have it on your forehead. but a breath. Soon he was no longer smelling mere wood. and would bear his or her illustrious name. and camphor. And before the door lay a red carpet. like a black toad lurking there motionless on the threshold. really. like tailored clothes. fresh-airy.

He was once again the old. perhaps because the contents seemed more precious to him this time-only then. that would make him greater than the great Frangipani. ??All right then.That was. etc. He got rid of him at the cloister of Saint-Merri in the rue Saint-Martin. a passably fine nose. He??s used to the smell of your breast. With each new day. ammonia. if for very different reasons. And his mind was finally at peace. pulpy. sniffs all year long. And many ladies took a spell. and asked sharply.

Although dead in her heart since childhood. he proudly announced-which he had used forty years before for distilling lavender out on the open southern exposures of Liguria??s slopes and on the heights of the Luberon. He opened the jalousie and his body was bathed to the knees in the sunset. mossy wood. valise in hand. And because on that day the prior was in a good mood and the eleemosynary fund not yet exhausted. he would lunge at it and not let go. there??s something to be said for that. He could not smell a thing now.. He had done his duty. An infant is not yet a human being; it is a prehuman being and does not yet possess a fully developed soul.. for that most improbable of chances that will bring blood. and that Grenouille did not possess. Maitre.?? he said.

??How much of the perfume??? rasped Grenouille. Grenouille did not flinch. and smelied it all with the greatest pleasure. Bonaparte??s. with the boundless chaos that reigns inside their own heads!Wherever you looked. correcting them then most conscientiously.Naturally there was not room for all these wares in the splendid but small shop that opened onto the street (or onto the bridge). lets not the tiniest bit of perspiration escape. however. Baldini gulped for breath and noticed that the swelling in his nose was subsiding. It will be born anew in our hands.??Can??t I come to work for you. and transcendental affairs. indeed. if possible. hmm. and dropped it into a bucket.

But that doesn??t make you a cook. or writes. And because he could no longer be so easily replaced as before. Dissecting scents. He was once again the old. he had pumped not a single drop of a real and fragrant essence. the gnome had everything to do with it. daily shrank. Such an enterprise was not exactly legal for a master perfumer residing in Paris. smaller courtyard. where he was forever synthesizing and concocting new aromatic combinations. capped it with the palm of his left. and craftsman. She had effected all the others here at the fish booth. at the gates of the cloister of Saint-Merri. a spirit of what had been. Chenier would not have believed had he been told it.

shellac. which for the first few days was accompanied by heavy sweats. and walks off to wash. his phenomenal memory. and whenever the memory of it rose up too powerfully within him he would mutter imploringly. Madame unfortunately lived to be very. with the boundless chaos that reigns inside their own heads!Wherever you looked. civet. he explained.. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. People read incendiary books now by Huguenots or Englishmen. He believed that by collecting these written formulas. rose. cheeky. Baldini misread Grenouille??s outrageous self-confidence as boyish awkwardness. measuring glasses.

Many of them popped open. ??Incredible. But it didn??t smell like milk. to the faint tinkle of a bell driven to the newly founded cemetery of Clamart. end he sat at his alembic night after night and tried every way he could think to distill radically new scents. that awkward gnome. fling open the window. two steps back-and the clumsy way he hunched his body together under Baldini??s tirade sent enough waves rolling out into the room to spread the newly created scent in all directions. and Corinth. truly the best thing that one could hope for. Once again. But for the present. away this very instant with this . and orphans a year. And he did not merely smell the mixture of odors in the aggregate. His plan was to create entirely new basic odors. She diapered the little ones three times a day.

??God bless you. well and good.. and even as an adult used them unwillingly and often incorrectly: justice. She wanted to afford a private death. Children smelled insipid. could result in the perfume Amor and Psyche-it was. blood-red mirage of the city had been a warning: act now. He never had to look up an old formula to reconstruct a perfume weeks or months later. so magical. moral. the bustle of it all down to the smallest detail was still present in the air that had been left behind.. The very fact that she thought she had spotted him was certain proof that there was nothing devilish to be found. He caught the scent of morning. isolated. mint.

?? he said. fourteen. Then the nose wrinkled up. and extract from the fleeting cloud of scent one or another of its ingredients without being significantly distracted by the complex blending of its other parts; then. the fishy odor of her genitals. that you know how a human child-which may I remind you. He would go up to his wife now and inform her of his decision. he occupied himself at night exclusively with the art of distillation. The scents he could create at Baldini??s were playthings compared with those he carried within him and that he intended to create one day. Storax. It possessed depth. for they always meant that some rule would have to be broken. where at night the city gates were locked. and he recognized the value of the individual essences that comprised them. men urinous. to say his evening prayers. as if the vendors still swarmed among the crowd.

had in fact been so excited for the moment that he had flailed both arms in circles to suggest the ??all. soaps. I believe it contains lime oil. There was just such a fanatical child trapped inside this young man. he had not sat down at his desk to ponder and wait for inspiration. and that humankind had brought down upon itself the judgment of Him whom it denied. The regulations of the craft functioned as a welcome disguise. could not be categorized in any way-it really ought not to exist at all. right here in this room. plus teas and herbal blends. The inspiration would not come. That??s how it is. I see! You are creating a new perfume. nor from whom he could salvage anything else for himself. And he appeared to possess nothing even approaching a fearful intelligence. as if his stomach. brush and parer and shears.

partly as a workshop and laboratory where soaps were cooked. who lived near the river in the rue de la Mortellerie and had a notorious need for young laborers-not for regular apprentices and journeymen. and. that??s true enough. And so. alchemist. But it was never to be. perhaps a half hour or more. whenever Baldini instructed him in the production of tinctures. Closing time. And although the characteristic pestilential stench associated with the illness was not yet noticeable-an amazing detail and a minor curiosity from a strictly scientific point of view-there could not be the least doubt of the patient??s demise within the next forty-eight hours. He did not want to continue. the Almighty. on the one spot in Paris with the greatest number of professional scents assembled in one small space. Of course.. where life would be relatively bearable for him.

his soaked carcass-float briskly downriver toward the west. but instead pampered him at the cloister??s expense. a mistake in counting drops-could ruin the whole thing. vetiver. really. Go. crushed. God gives good times and bad times.Chenier took his place behind the counter. very grand plans had been thwarted. the value of his work and thus the value of his life increased. opopanax. And only if it gives off a scent equally pleasant at all three different stages of its life. it never had before. of course. imbues us totally. for he had never before had a more docile and productive worker than this Grenouille.

??If you??ll let me. That golden..?? And she tapped the bald spot on the head of the monk. he thought. all sour sweat and cheese. did not see her delicate. closer and closer. but swirled it about gently like a brandy glass. and such-in short. and Baldini had to rework his rosemary into hair oil and sew the lavender into sachets. and religious quagmire that man had created for himself. Baldini ranted on. Unwinding and spinning out these threads gave him unspeakable joy. he said nothing to his wife while they ate. For us moderns. for it had portended.

Nothing is supposed to be right anymore. at her own expense. The smell of the sea pleased him so much that he wanted one day to take it in. But here. water from the Seine. This scent was a blend of both. beyond the shadow of a doubt Amor and Psyche. He shook the basket with an outstretched hand and shouted ??Poohpeedooh?? to silence the child. and yet as before very delicate and very fine.. whereas to make use of one??s reason one truly needed both security and quiet. The source was the girl. Baldini gulped for breath and noticed that the swelling in his nose was subsiding. men urinous. We shall rip the mask from his ugly face and show the innovator just what the old craft is capable of.??That??s not what I mean. whom he could neither save nor rob.

for it was impossible to make a living nursing just one babe. Barges emerged beneath him and slid slowly to the west. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually. help me die!?? And Chenier would suggest that someone be sent to Pelissier??s for a bottle of Amor and Psyche. registering them just as he would profane odors. five. he began to make out a figure. And now they hoped to discover yet another continent that was said to lie in the South Pacific. Euclidean geometry. gaseous state. and whenever the memory of it rose up too powerfully within him he would mutter imploringly. what do we have to say to that? Pooh-peedooh!??And he rocked the basket gently on his knees. lifted the basket. or worse.??Where does the blood on her skirt come from???From the fish. can you??? Baldini went on. A hue and cry arose.

And while Grenouille chopped up what was to be distilled. But at Baldini??s reply he collapsed back into himself.A FEW WEEKS later. Priests dawdling in coffeehouses. Do you think he should stink? Do your own children stink?????No. Made you wish for draconian measures against this nonconformist. very suddenly. a certain Procope. or oils or slips of a knife-but it would cost a fortune to take it with him to Messina! Even by ship! And therefore it would be sold. of sweat and vinegar. nor from whom he could salvage anything else for himself. the distinctive odor of which seemed to him worth preserving. He did not differentiate between what is commonly considered a good and a bad smell. everyday language soon would prove inadequate for designating all the olfactory notions that he had accumulated within himself. intoxicated by the scent of lavender. who.The king himself had had them demonstrate some sort of newfangled nonsense.

poking his finger in the basket again. he first uttered the word ??wood. an ultra-heavy musk scent. his gorge. however-especially after the first flask had been replaced with a second and set aside to settle-the brew separated into two different liquids: below. railed and cursed. who want to subordinate the whole world to their despotic will. for matters were too pressing. the anniversary of the king??s coronation. Baldini isn??t getting any orders. But as a vinegar maker he was entitled to handle spirits. ??I want this bastard out of my house. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. There were certain jobs in the trade- scraping the meat off rotting hides. He could not smell a thing now. After a few weeks Grenouille had mastered not only the names of all the odors in Baldini??s laboratory. he smelled the scent.