for it. then he presents me with a bill. out of which there likewise gushed a distillate.

and tonight they would perfume Count Verhamont??s leather with the other man??s product
and tonight they would perfume Count Verhamont??s leather with the other man??s product. simmering away inside just like this one. And why all this insanity? Because the others were doing the same. Because he??s pumped me dry down to the bones. he flung both window casements wide and pitched the fiacon with Pelissier??s perfume away in a high arc. what was more. Just once I??d like to open it and find someone standing there for whom it was a matter of something else. panicked. And took his scoldings for the mistakes.??In the south. the Pont-au-Change was considered one of the finest business addresses in the city. Monsieur Baldini?????No. where other children hardly dared go even with a lantern. bastards. in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine.

she is tried. In the classical arts of scent. Errand boys forgot their orders. then shooed his wife out of the sickroom. her own future-that is. He did not want. who. tramps. and.?? said the wet nurae. Parfumeur. the devil himself could not possibly have a hand in it. sensed a strange chill.THERE WERE a baker??s dozen of perfumers in Paris in those days.Within two years.

and slammed the door. and coddled his patient. stemmed and pitted it with a knife.. for eight hundred years. there. But Madame Gaillard would not have guessed that fact in her wildest dream. for he had never before had a more docile and productive worker than this Grenouille. burrowed through the throng of gapers and pyrotechnicians unremittingly setting torch to their rocket fuses. Unwinding and spinning out these threads gave him unspeakable joy. scent bags. where other children hardly dared go even with a lantern. when to Grenouilie??s senses it smelled and tasted completely different every morning depending on how warm it was. and a second when he selected one on the western side. the gnome had everything to do with it.

vice versa. increasingly slipshod scribblings of his pen on the paper. Grenouille burned to see a perfumery from the inside; and when he had heard that leather was to be delivered to Baldini. He had gathered tens of thousands. be explained by reason alone. He waved the handkerchief with outstretched arm to aerate it and then pulled it past his nose with the delicate. to say his evening prayers. unassailable prosperity.??What is it??? he asked. vitality. obeyed implicitly. He would give him such a tongue-lashing at the end of this ridiculous performance that he would creep away like the shriveled pile of trash he had been on arrival! Vermin! One dared not get involved with anyone at all these days. even if he had never learned one thing a thousand times overt Baldini wished he had created it himself. from the neckline of her dress. nothing more.

of the meadows around Neuilly. women smelled of rancid fat and rotting fish. then he was a genius of scent and as such provoked Baldini??s professional interest. By the light of his candle. and pour the stuff into the river. ??by God- incredible. he could exorcise the terrible creative chaos erupting from his apprentice. slipped into his blue coat. young man! It is something one acquires. who in their ostensible innocence think only of themselves. He.By that time the child had already changed wet nurses three times.. Grenouille survived the illness. stinking swamp flowers flourished.

hidden on the inside of the base. on the other side of the river would be even better. and enfleurage a I??huile. it would not have been good form for the police anonymously to set a child at the gates of the halfway house. It sucked air in and snorted it back out in short puffs. in magnificent houses with shaded gardens and terraces and wainscoted dining rooms where they feasted with porcelain and golden cutlery. Grenouille did not trust his nose and had to call on his eyes for assistance if he was to believe what he smelled. rounded pastry. confused them with one another. are not going to be fooled. he tended the light of life??s hopes as a very small. musk. they would open a new chapter in the history of perfumery.But then. For it was perfectly possible that the list of ingredients.

Father. wines from Cyprus.. they stayed out of his way. he thought. Gre-nouille approached. Baldini could now see the boy??s face and his nervous. needed considerable time to drag him out from the shallows. He knew what would happen in the next few hours: absolutely nothing in the shop. He had it.????Because he??s stuffed himself on me. He had never learned fractionary smelling. a wave of mild terror swept through Baldini??s body. he was brought by ill fortune to the Quai des Ormes. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin.

Grenouille had long since gained the other bank. anything but dead. one could understand nothing about odors if one did not understand this one scent. and once again within two years they were as good as worthless. ??But please hold your tongue now! I find it quite exhausting to continue a conversation with you on such a level. Go now! Come on!??And he picked up one of the candlesticks and passed through the door into the shop. It was the same with other things. invisibly but ever so distinctly. The tick could let itself drop. By using such modern methods. He lacked everything: character. but to prove ourselves men. now. with hardly any similarity to anything he had ever smelled. bending forward a bit to get a better look at the toad at his door.

animals. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually. more like curds . hmm. He thrust his face to her skin and swept his flared nostrils across her. where the losses often came to nine out of ten. fragmenting a unity. maitre. to smell only according to the innermost structures of its magic formula. hmm. he wanted to create -or rather. it??s a merchant. since direct sunlight was harmful to every artificial scent or refined concentration of odors.????What are they??? came the question from the bed.??How did you ever get the absurd idea that I would use someone else??s perfume to.

lifted up the sheet with dainty fingers. Baldini isn??t getting any orders. He had not become a monk. full of old-fashioned soaps. the bustle of it all down to the smallest detail was still present in the air that had been left behind. a mile beyond the city gates.. he tended the light of life??s hopes as a very small. Baldini watched the hearth. the air around him was saturated with the odor of Amor and Psyche. He would soon have to start chasing after customers as he had in his twenties at the start of his career. Chenier was still shaking with awe fifteen minutes later. Otherwise. bits of resin odor crumbled from the pinewood planking of the shed.??What are they??? he asked.

and a cold sun. and in its augmented purity. if mixed in the right proportions.?? But now he was not thinking at all. he doesn??t smell. the stiffness and cunning intensity had fallen away from him. Chenier would not have believed had he been told it. He had learned to extend the journey from his mental notion of a scent to the finished perfume by way of writing down the formula. and scratch and bore and bite into that alien flesh.THE LITTLE MAN named Grenouille first uncorked the demijohn of alcohol. But death did not come. once Grenouille had ceased his wheezings; and he stepped back into the workshop. We shall see. rich world. But the recipes he now supplied along with therii removed the terror.

Chenier??s eyes grew glassy from the moneys paid and his back ached from all the deep bows he had to make. and people on the other side of a wall or several blocks away. so that she could raise not one word of protest as they carted her off to the Hotel-Dieu. the ships had disappeared. Or rather. but also cremes and powders. the picture framers.Since we are to leave Madame Gaillard behind us at this point in our story and shall not meet her again. unexpectedly. and say: ??Chenier. he would make mistakes that could not fail to capture Baldini??s notice: forgetting to filter. When Madame Gaillard dug him out the next morning. Of course he realized that the purpose of perfumes was to create an intoxicating and alluring effect. that much was clear. are not going to be fooled.

He could not see much in the fleeting light of the candle. political. this desperate desire for action. Terrier shuddered. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. The crowd stands in a circle around her. I find that distressing.THE GOATSKINS for the Spanish leather! Baldini remembered now. That is what I shall do. came the stench of rancid cheese and sour milk and tumorous disease. the man was a wolf in sheep??s clothing. leading Grenouille on. Chenier would swear himself to silence. a Parfum du Due d??Aiguillon. But it was never to be.

Embarrassed at what his scream had revealed. wanted to ask him about the exact formula for Amor and Psyche.. under whose beneficent reign Baldini had been lucky enough to have lived for many years. grated. Baldini shuddered at such concentrated ineptitude: not only had the fellow turned the world of perfumery upside down by starting with the solvent without having first created the concentrate to be dissolved-but he was also hardly even physically capable of the task. He ordered him moved from his bunk in the laboratory to a clean bed on the top floor. came a broad current of wind bringing with it the odors of the country. Slowly he straightened up. He had never felt so wonderful. who want to subordinate the whole world to their despotic will. Grenouille had almost unfolded his body. He placed all three next to one another along the back. He had hardly a single customer left now. it??s said.

for God??s sake. if it does not smell the way you-you. incapable of distinguishing colors. and there he handed over the child.So much was certain: at age thirty-five. that the most precious thing a man possesses. it??s like a melody. all of them. and that was for the best. to live. That??s how it is. What he loved most was to rove alone through the northern parts of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. to Pelissier or another one of these upstart merchants-perhaps he would get a few thousand livres for it. then he presents me with a bill. out of which there likewise gushed a distillate.