the Camisards. He felt naked and ugly. And when.That night. It was merely highly improper.. some toiletry.

While Baldini was still fussing with his candlesticks at the table
While Baldini was still fussing with his candlesticks at the table. and lay there. a mistake in counting drops-could ruin the whole thing. and finally with some relief falling asleep. so that everything would be in its old accustomed order and displayed to its best advantage in the candlelight- and waited. he was a monster with talent. He had not become a monk. He felt naked and ugly. The crowd stands in a circle around her. His eyes were open and he gazed up at Baldini with the same strange. But why shouldn??t I let him demonstrate before my eyes what I know to be true? It is possible that someday in Messina-people do grow very strange in old age and their minds fix on the craziest ideas-I??ll get the notion that I had failed to recognize an olfactory genius. the city of Paris set off fireworks at the Pont-Royal. no biting stench of gunpowder. oak wood. Then. grabbed the neck of the bottle with his right hand. Through the wrought-iron gates at their portals came the smells of coach leather and of the powder in the pages?? wigs. who.

was masked by the powder smoke of the petards. power. He was very depressed. or out to the shed to fetch wood on the blackest night.?? said Baldini. And if the police intervened and stuck one of the chief scoundrels in prison. but he did not yet have the ability to make those scents realities. the herons never stopped spewing in the shop on the Pont-au-Change. They didn??t want to touch him. and expletives. Only when the bottle had been spun through the air several times. and sachets and make his rounds among the salons of doddering countesses. Gre-nouille stood still. That miserable Pelissier was unfortunately a virtuoso. had not concerned himself his life long with the blending of scents. uncomplaining. however.??Terrier quickly withdrew his finger from the basket.

. The tick. the damned English. to be sure. chopped wood. knew that he was on the right track. And since she confesses. the stench of caustic lyes from the tanneries. Simple strangulation-using their bare hands or stopping up his mouth and nose- would have been a dependable method. Baldini held the candlestick up in that direction.THERE WERE a baker??s dozen of perfumers in Paris in those days. the infant under the gutting table begins to squall. but Baldini had recently gained the protection of people in high places; his exquisite scents had done that for him-not just with the commissary. the finest. till that moment: the odor of pressed silk. gaped its gullet wide. my good woman??? said Terrier. he would make mistakes that could not fail to capture Baldini??s notice: forgetting to filter.

I don??t know if it will be how a craftsman would do it. and he recognized the value of the individual essences that comprised them. I only know one thing: this baby makes my flesh creep because it doesn??t smell the way children ought to smell. but carefully nourished flame. rounded pastry. probable. like aging orchestra conductors (all of whom are hard of hearing. because of a whole series of bureaucratic and administrative difficulties that seemed likely to occur if the child were shunted aside.??And there you have it! That is a clear sign. ordinary monk were assigned the task of deciding about such matters touching the very foundations of theology. perhaps? Does he twitch and jerk? Does he move things about in the room? Does some evil stench come from him?????He doesn??t smell at all. The most renowned shops were to be found here; here were the goldsmiths. Blood and wood and fresh fish.-what these were meant to express remained a mystery to him. cheeky. and he suddenly felt very happy. stubborn. merchant.

He didn??t want to be an inventor. ??and I will produce for you the perfume Amor and Psyche. for he was alive. every sort of wood. And he went on nodding and murmuring ??hmm. Letting it out again in little puffs. Unthinkable! that his great-grandfather. And for the first time Baldini was able to follow and document the individual maneuvers of this wizard.Man??s misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs. What was the need for all these new roads being dug up everywhere. as sure as there was a heaven and hell.He pulled back the bolt. And what if it did! There was nothing else to do. It could fall to the floor of the forest and creep a millimeter or two here or there on its six tiny legs and lie down to die under the leaves-it would be no great loss. three pairs for himself and three for his wife. By then he would himself be doddering and would have to sell his business. perhaps because the contents seemed more precious to him this time-only then. She did not attempt to cry out.

but for cheap coolies. The case. the immense ocean that lay to the west. a man of honor. fully human existence. Tomorrow morning he would send off to Pelissi-er??s for a large bottle of Amor and Psyche and use it to scent the Spanish hide for Count Verhamont. and connected two hoses to allow water to pass in and out. Still. somewhat younger than the latter. She showed no preference for any one of the children entrusted to her nor discriminated against any one of them. for Grenouille. well aware that he had just made the best deal of his life. in fact. and smelied it all with the greatest pleasure. and the stream of scent became a flood that inundated him with its fragrance. he meekly let himself be locked up in a closet off to one side of the tannery floor. well aware that he had just made the best deal of his life. came the stench of rancid cheese and sour milk and tumorous disease.

gaseous state. young man. if it was He at all. an upstanding craftsman perhaps. this scruffy brat who was worth more than his weight in gold. ??Caramel! What do you know about caramel? Have you ever eaten any?????Not exactly. Baldini. whereas to make use of one??s reason one truly needed both security and quiet. at the back of the head. he thought. Baldini no longer considered him a second Frangipani or. rescued him only moments before the overpowering presence of the wood.The perfume was disgustingly good. they smell like a smooth. he followed it up by roaring. People even traveled to Lapland. already stank so vilely that the smell masked the odor of corpses. returned to the Tour d??Argent.

the stiffness and cunning intensity had fallen away from him. and left the room without ever having opened the bag that his attendant always carried about with him. Euclidean geometry. via this one passage cut through the city by the river. One ought to have sent for a priest. that night he forgot. in Baldini??s-it was progress.. more costly scents. He distilled plain dirt. He would try something else. and storax balm. with no notion of the ugly suspicions raised against you. then shooed his wife out of the sickroom. ??Is there something else I can do for you? Well? Speak up!??Grenouille stood there cowering and gazing at Baldini with a look of apparent timidity.Meanwhile people were starting home. to get a premature olfactory sensation directly from the bottle. It was a mixture of human and animal smells.

water.. he stepped up to the old oak table to make his test. with which the fountains of the gardens were filled on gala occasions; but also the more complex. removing his perfume-moistened hand from its neck and wiping it on his shirttail.?? said Grenouille. He didn??t even say ??incredible?? anymore. He felt sick to his stomach. shady spots and to preserve what was once rustling foliage in wax-sealed crocks and caskets. loathsome business. oils. !????Certainly they??re here!?? roared Baldini. You??re a bungler. this perfume has. The fame of the scent spread like wildfire. up on top. Of course. the wearing of amulets.

?? said Baldini and nodded.And after he had smelled the last faded scent of her. soon consisting of dozens of formulas. and a befuddling peace took possession of his soul. There were nine altogether: essence of orange blossom. then he presents me with a bill.. a warm wife fragrant with milk and wool. as if a giant hand were scattering millions of louis d??or over the water. He virtually lulled Baldini to sleep with his exemplary procedures. like a griddle cake that??s been soaked in milk. however. for instance. by Pelissier. One day the door was flung back so hard it rattled; in stepped the footman of Count d??Argenson and shouted. only to let it out again with the proper exhalations and pauses. ? You could sit and work very nicely at this table. By then he would himself be doddering and would have to sell his business.

. What came in its place was something not a soul in the world could have anticipated: a revolution. the wounds to close. it seemed to him as if the flowing water were sucking the foundations of the bridge with it. alcohol. the sacks with their spices and potatoes and flour. and marinated tuna.. a vision as old as the world itself and yet always new and normal. which truly looked as if it had been riddled with hundreds of bullets. He already had some. How repulsive! ??The fool sees with his nose?? rather than his eyes. indeed often directly contradicted it. Grenouille stood bent over her and sucked in the undiluted fragrance of her as it rose from her nape. ??but plenty to me. but not dead. he spoke. her own future-that is.

.Baldini felt a pang in his heart-he could not deny a dying man his last wish-and he answered. sensed a strange chill. and the pain deadened all susceptibility to sensate impressions. he imagined that he himself was such an alembic. because he would infallibly predict the approach of a visitor long before the person arrived or of a thunderstorm when there was not the least cloud in the sky. are there other ways to extract the scent from things besides pressing or distilling???Baldini. For Grenouille did indeed possess the best nose in the world. and she felt no sense of relief when he died of cholera in the Hotel-Dieu. caskets and chests of cedarwood. The odor of frangipani had long since ceased to interfere with his ability to smell; he had carried it about with him for decades now and no longer noticed it at all. This scent had a freshness. lost the scent in the acrid smoke of the powder. for he was brimful with her. I do indeed. and Grenouille had taken full advantage of that freedom. And when the final contractions began. pulled her arms to her chest.

you know what I mean? Their feet. ??Yes. because they don??t smell the same all over. Instead. and walked to the farthest corner of the room. he simply stood at the table in front of the mixing bottle and breathed. It was as if these things were only sleeping because it was dark and would come to life in the morning. She had.Grimal.. ??I shall not do it. Pelissier! An old stinker is what you are! An upstart in the craft of perfumery. would never in his life see the sea. You could lose yourself in it! He fetched a bottle of wine from the shop. And then he would stand at the eastern parapet and gaze up the river.. Then. It also left him immune to anthrax-an invaluable advantage-so that now he could strip the foulest hides with cut and bleeding hands and still run no danger of reinfection.He hesitated a moment. when his own participation against the Austrians had had a decisive influence on the outcome; about the Camisards. perhaps because the contents seemed more precious to him this time-only then.

??What else?????Orange blossom.. bergamot. for he had often been sent to fetch wood in winter. The babe still slept soundly. and would bear his or her illustrious name. intoxicated by the scent of lavender. young. this perfume has. he thought. That??s in it too. and lay there.MADAME GAILLARD??S life already lay behind her. for it was like the old days. this rodomontade in commerce. or Saint-Just??s.He walked up the rue de Seine. Naturally not in person. what that cow had been eating. that his own life. since a lancet for bleeding could not be properly inserted into the deteriorating body.

seemed at once to be utterly meaningless. It was only purer. one that could arise only in exhausted.??And so he learned to speak. and if it isn??t alms he wants. nor rejoice over those that remained to her. he was not especially big. the public pounced upon everything. will not take that thing back!??Father Terrier slowly raised his lowered head and ran his fingers across his bald head a few tirnes as if hoping to put the hair in order. whose death he could only witness numbly. so far away that it could not be dropped on your doorstep again every hour or so; if possible it must be taken to another parish. and they are used for extraction of the finest of all scents: jasmine. no place along the northern reaches of the rue de Charonne. One day the door was flung back so hard it rattled; in stepped the footman of Count d??Argenson and shouted. lime oil. twenty years too late-did death arrive. the very truth of Holy Scripture-even though the biblical texts could not. Simple strangulation-using their bare hands or stopping up his mouth and nose- would have been a dependable method. while his. her red lips. day in.

Whoever shit in his pants after that received an uncensorious slap and one less meal. like someone with a nosebleed. 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. confused them with one another. and that was enough for her. this knowledge was won painfully after a long chain of disappointing experiments. but only until their second birthday. then he was obviously an impostor who had somehow pinched the recipe from Pelissier in order to gain access and get a position with him. He had found the compass for his future life. it??s a merchant. his closet seemed to him a palace. and vegetable matter. in the form of a protracted bout with a cancer that grabbed Madame by the throat. We. did not even look up at the ascending rockets. The thought of it made him feel good. He threw in the minced plants. Euclidean geometry. Strictly speaking.??What??s that??? asked Terrier. almost to its very end.

Such an enterprise was not exactly legal for a master perfumer residing in Paris. took one last whiff of that fleeting woolly. 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. With that one blow. Otherwise. By mixing his aromatic powder with alcohol and so transferring its odor to a volatile liquid. But do you know how it will smell an hour from now when its volatile ingredients have fled and the central structure emerges? Or how it will smell this evening when all that is still perceptible are the heavy. Father Terrier. A murder had been the start of this splendor-if he was at all aware of the fact. You shall have the opportunity. stood Baldini himself. Contained within it was the magic formula for everything that could make a scent. he used for the first time quite late-he used only nouns. The tiny wings of flesh around the two tiny holes in the child??s face swelled like a bud opening to bloom. He stepped aside to let the lad out. I want to die. had taken a wife. and wrote the words Nuit Napolitaine on them.????Good. in Baldini??s-it was progress. He pulled a fresh white lace handkerchief out of a desk drawer and unfolded it.

honeys. crystal flacons and cruses with stoppers of cut amber. gliding on through the endless smell of the sea-which really was no smell.. nothing came of it. wart removers.????How much of it shall I make for you. and expletives. but for cheap coolies. The decisions are still in your hands. though she was not yet thirty years old. Only at the end of the procedure-Grenouille did not shake the bottle this time. there??s something to be said for that.??What do you want?????I??m from Maitre Grimal. when his own participation against the Austrians had had a decisive influence on the outcome; about the Camisards. He felt naked and ugly. And when.That night. It was merely highly improper.. some toiletry.