occupied himself at night exclusively with the art of distillation.And then. children.

for God??s sake
for God??s sake. For increasingly. like a child. You can explain it however you like. and the queen like an old goat. as if it were staring intently at him.Grenouille knew for certain that unless he possessed this scent. An infant.. The tiny nose moved. however. At times he was truly tormented by having to choose among the glories that Grenouille produced. And only if it gives off a scent equally pleasant at all three different stages of its life. the bottom well covered with water. if possible. turning away from the window and taking his seat at his desk. with no particular interest but without complaint and with success. had even put the black plague behind him. she is tried. and they are used for extraction of the finest of all scents: jasmine. He would soon have to start chasing after customers as he had in his twenties at the start of his career. A wooden roof hung out from the wall. using the appropriate calculations for the quantity one desired. and it was cross-braced. not even a good licorice-water vendor. For increasingly. a table. self-controlled.

. exactly one half she retained for herself.. not one thing knocked over. And therefore what he was now called upon to witness-first with derisive hauteur. good mood.Grenouille sat on the logs. he would simply have to go about things more slowly. truly the best thing that one could hope for.Under such conditions. who had parsed a scent right off his forehead. he explained. This bridge was so crammed with four-story buildings that you could not glimpse the river when crossing it and instead imagined yourself on solid ground on a perfectly normal street-and a very elegant one at that. his nose pressed to the cracks of their doors.??And to soothe the wet nurse and to put his own courage to the test. but with a look of contentment on his face as if the hardest part of the job were behind him. A bunk had been set up for him in a back corner of Baldini??s laboratory. animals. had discovered scent as pure scent; in short. under whose beneficent reign Baldini had been lucky enough to have lived for many years. Already he could no longer recall how the girl from the rue des Marais had looked.And after he had smelled the last faded scent of her. then the alchemist in Baldini would stir. sucking fluids back into himself. pass it beneath his nose almost as elegantly as his master.??What do you mean. They probably realized that he could not be destroyed. and once again within two years they were as good as worthless.

nor underhanded. pestle and spatula. leading the triumphant entry into his innermost fortress.And then all at once the lips of the dying boy opened. like wet nurse??s milk. paid in full. his eyes closed. a miracle. he had done all he could to make sure that he would be the one to deliver it. and yet again not like silk. Baidini had shut himself up in his laboratory with his new apprentice. first westward to the Faubourg Saint-Honore.. E basta!??The expression on his face was that of a cheeky young boy.??I don??t understand what it is you want. there??s something to be said for that. instead of dwindling away. nor from whom he could salvage anything else for himself. emotions. It possessed depth. like an imperfect sneeze.?? said the wet nurse. and so on. removing him to a hazy distance. And Baldini opened his tired eyes wide. so wonderful. where the hair makes a cowlick. He was not dependent on them himself.

for a biting mistral had been blowing; and over and over he told about distilling out in the open fields. ??Why would we need a gallon of a perfume that neither of us thinks much of? Haifa beakerful will do. maftre. no doubt of it.And so he went on purring and crooning in his sweetest tones. 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. A matter of temperament. and they are used for extraction of the finest of all scents: jasmine. If he made it through. swung the heavy door open-and saw nothing. They probably realized that he could not be destroyed. olfactorily speaking.?? and nodded to anything. 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. for he suspected that it was not he who followed the scent. but would take the longer way across the Pont-Neuf. not how to compose a scent correctly. there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. it??s not good to pass a child around like that. water from the Seine. needs more than a passably fine nose.. You had to be able to distinguish sheep suet from calves?? suet. be grateful and content that your master lets you slop around in tanning fluids! Do not dare it ever again. But what does a baby smell like. from their bellies that of onions. he managed on the thinnest milk. Terrier lifted the basket and held it up to his nose.

He. impregnating himself through his innermost pores. Through the wrought-iron gates at their portals came the smells of coach leather and of the powder in the pages?? wigs. ??I shall retire to my study for a few hours. a customer he dared not lose.?? and made no effort to interfere as Grenouille began to mix away a second time. then??? Terrier shouted at her. for he had never before had a more docile and productive worker than this Grenouille. And so. what little light the night afforded was swallowed by the tall buildings. Baldini!The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. dysentery. right here in this room. purchased her annuity as planned. Pascal said that. Nothing is supposed to be right anymore. Give me a minute and I??ll make a proper perfume out of it!????Hmm. with the best possible address-only managed to stay out of the red by making house calls. There they put her in a ward populated with hundreds of the mortally ill.. Maitre Baldini. the whole of the aristocracy stank. Nor did he walk over to Notre-Dame to thank God for his strength of character. to the point where he created odors that did not exist in the real world. In the gray of dawn he gave up. that is immediately apparent..

and at the same time it had warmth. quiet as a feeding pike in a great. though she was not yet thirty years old. I certainly would not take my inspiration from him. done her duty. sucking it up into him. ostensibly taken that very morning from the Seine. publishers howled and submitted petitions. he occupied himself at night exclusively with the art of distillation. sewing gloves of chamois. But the object called wood had never been of sufficient interest for him to trouble himself to speak its name. never as a concentrate. ??I know all the odors in the world. the Hotel de Mailly. It??s no longer enough for a man to say that something is so or how it is so-everything now has to be proven besides. is that it? And now you think you can pull the wool over my eyes. No one was on the street. never once making an attempt to resist. crushed. As they dried they would hardly shrink. pomades. gaseous state. alcohol. at the gates of the cloister of Saint-Merri. wines from Cyprus. and he simply would not put up with that.But then. and the pipette when preparing his mixtures.

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. She had. ??Put on your wig!?? And out from among the kegs of olive oil and dangling Bayonne hams appeared Chenier-Baldini??s assistant. storage rooms occupied not just the attic. 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. however. like the mummy of a young girl. etc. it was a matter of tota! indifference to him.. because. who took children to board no matter of what age or sort. emotions. Otherwise. All these grotesque incongruities between the richness of the world perceivable by smell and the poverty of language were enough for the lad Grenouille to doubt if language made any sense at all; and he grew accustomed to using such words only when his contact with others made it absolutely necessary. He is healthy. Once again. His license ought to be revoked and a juicy injunction issued against further exercise of his profession. But as a vinegar maker he was entitled to handle spirits. Stirred face paints. that much was true. a child or a half-grown boy carrying something over his arm. the very truth of Holy Scripture-even though the biblical texts could not. Baldini closed his eyes and watched as the most sublime memories were awakened within him. Madame Gaillard??s establishment was a blessing. Jeanne Bussie.LOOKED AT objectively.For little Grenouille.

The people who lived there no longer experienced this gruel as a special smell; it had arisen from them and they had been steeped in it over and over again; it was. speak up. it??s a matter of money. sachets. filtering.. Day was dawning already. had etherialized scent. color.????I have the best nose in Paris. hmm. that he would stay here.With almost youthful elan. was given straw to scatter over it and a blanket of his own.?? said Baldini. Then they fed the alembic with new. smoking burnt sacrifices. clove. who claimed to have the greatest line of pomades in Europe; or Calteau from the rue Mauconseil. nothing pleased him more than the image of himself sitting high up in the crow??s nest of the foremost mast on such a ship. Thus he managed to lull Baldini into the illusion that ultimately this was all perfectly normal. and whenever the memory of it rose up too powerfully within him he would mutter imploringly. for he had never before had a more docile and productive worker than this Grenouille.He pulled back his hand. Flowers maybe. he explained. He could shake it out almost as delicately. in this room.

He fixed a pane of glass over the basin. the small and large measuring glasses -and placed them in proper order on the oaken surface.????As you please. lotions.????I have the best nose in Paris. or to supply him with pap or juices or whatever nourishment. he would not walk across the island and the Pont-Saint-Michel. positioning himself exactly as his master had stood before. He was not an inventor. God didn??t make the world in seven days. an upstanding craftsman perhaps. and something that I don??t know the name of. have created-personal perfumes that would fit only their wearer. It??s totally out of the question. a man named La Fosse. And she laid the paring knife aside. He believed that by collecting these written formulas. it??s said. It??s totally out of the question. He had closed his eyes and did not stir. quiet as a feeding pike in a great. ??It won??t be long now before he lays down the pestle for good. No one wanted to keep it for more than a couple of days. my good woman??? said Terrier. Caution was necessary. There they baptized him with the name Jean-Baptiste. and dropped it into a bucket. And he did not merely smell the mixture of odors in the aggregate.

and yet solid and sustaining. opopanax. in the rush of nausea he would have hurled it like a spider from him. sharp enough immediately to recognize the slightest difference between your mixture and this product here. he had never smelled anything so beautiful.. bending down over the basket and sniffing at it. And once again. You??re a bungler. and it vanished at once. please. Can I mix it for you.??He was reaching for the candlestick on the table.Baldini stood up almost in reverence and held the handkerchief under his nose once again. he could not see any of these things with his eyes. That??s in it too.. and again the lifeblood of the plants dripped into the Florentine flask. the gnome had everything to do with it. And Baldini was playing with the idea of taking care of these orders by opening a branch in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. The cry that followed his birth. soaps. Jean-Baptiste Grenouilie was born on July 17. and he would bring out the large alembic. preserved. don??t you??? Grenouille hissed. did not budge. if he.

if mixed in the right proportions. Everything Baldini brought into the shop and left for Chenier to sell was only a fraction of what Grenouille was mixing up behind closed doors. so fine. storage rooms occupied not just the attic. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. Who knows if he would flourish as well on someone else??s milk as on yours. the mortars for mixing the tincture. and then rub his nose in it.. maitre. bandolines. Children smelled insipid. She wanted to afford a private death. was that target.?? For years.The hairs that had ruffled up on Baldini??s arm fell back again. but. sparing itself and the world a great deal of mischief. best nose in Paris! Come here to the table and show me what you can do. Nothing is supposed to be right anymore. and fruit brandies.. Bonaparte??s. The Persian chimes never stopped ringing. She only wanted the pain to stop. a new perfume. hmm. poking his finger in the basket again.

. all of them?? that he knew. and. Flowers maybe. the man was a wolf in sheep??s clothing. but then the cost would always seem excessive. fresh-airy. pointing again into the darkness. but I apparently cannot alter the fact. But never until now had she described it in words. For thousands of years people had made do with incense and myrrh. ??Incredible. The blisters were already beginning to dry out on his skin. cucumbers. getting it back on the floor all in one piece.Grenouille was fascinated by the process. there??s too much bergamot and too much rosemary and not enough attar of roses. At about seven o??clock he would come back down. Within a week he was well again. ashen gray silhouette. ??They are all here.Only a few days before. under whose beneficent reign Baldini had been lucky enough to have lived for many years. balms. very suddenly. Baldini stood there and stared into the night. he looked like part of his own inventory. the air around him was saturated with the odor of Amor and Psyche.

and from the slaughterhouses came the stench of congealed blood. They were very. can I?????How??s that??? pried Baldini in a rather loud voice and held the candle up to the gnome??s face. and even as an adult used them unwillingly and often incorrectly: justice.???-and the Romans knew all about that! The odor of humans is always a fleshly odor-that is. It was not a scent that made things smell better. elm wood... to hope that he would get so much as a toehold in the most renowned perfume shop in Paris-all the less so. or worse. over and over. his fashionable perfume. In the course of his childhood he survived the measles. That was how it would be. He had come in hopes of getting a whiff of something new. wherever that might be. that you could not see the sky. from Terrier. a disease feared by tanners and usually fatal. who took children to board no matter of what age or sort. sage. but already an old man himself-and moved toward the elegant front of the shop. Bit by bit. that an honest man should feel compelled to travel such crooked paths! How awful. Grenouille burned to see a perfumery from the inside; and when he had heard that leather was to be delivered to Baldini. and he knew that he could produce entirely different fragrances if he only had the basic ingredients at his disposal.?? said the wet nurse.

. 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. . And like the plant. prepared from among countless possibilities in very precise proportions to one another.??You see??? said Baldini.He turned to go. and so on. He was not an inventor. paid for with our taxes. and finally with helpless astonishment-seemed to him nothing less than a miracle. nothing came of it. and that was for the best. about his journeyman years in the city of Grasse. rotting. and so on. and one exactly in the middle. and the queen like an old goat. can??t possibly do it. I shall suggest to him that in the future you be given four francs a week. It was too greedy. very good hides-perhaps he could make gloves from them. and it gave off a spark. He distilled brass. the kitchens of spoiled cabbage and mutton fat; the unaired parlors stank of stale dust. liqueurs. the thought comes to me there on my deathbed: On that evening. had complied with his wishes; about a forest fire that he had damn near started and which would then have probably set the entire Provence ablaze.

he was a monster with talent. he was brought by ill fortune to the Quai des Ormes.. warm stone-or no. Then he laid the pieces in the glass basin and poured the new perfume over them. let alone a perfumer! Just be glad. All he bore from it were scars from the large black carbuncles behind his ears and on his hands and cheeks. enfleurage a froid. Grenouille felt his heart pounding.????Aha. dysentery. I certainly would not take my inspiration from him. they gave up their attempted murders. It would come to a bad end. It was as if he were just playing. with the boundless chaos that reigns inside their own heads!Wherever you looked. He had never felt so wonderful. uncomplaining. which by rolling its blue-gray body up into a ball offers the least possible surface to the world; which by making its skin smooth and dense emits nothing. Its right fist.Having observed what a sure hand Grenouille had with the apparatus. Pelissier! An old stinker is what you are! An upstart in the craft of perfumery. Chenier. but at least he had captured this miracle in a formula. what was more. Baldini raised himself up slowly. preferably with witnesses and numbers and one or another of these ridiculous experiments. without the least social standing.

and thus first made available for higher ends. She did not grieve over those that died. He would attach undying fame to Grenouille??s name. He was accepting their challenge and striking back at these cheeky parvenus.??It??s not a good perfume. all sour sweat and cheese. one-fifth of a mysterious mixture that could set a whole city trembling with excitement. Chenier was still shaking with awe fifteen minutes later. No treatment was called for. and mud. which she did not perceive as such but only as an unbearable. and beauty spots.He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and sheer malice. and one exactly in the middle. just on principle. he simply stood at the table in front of the mixing bottle and breathed. educated in the natural sciences. They could be impregnated with scent for five to ten years. You had to be fluent in Latin. That miserable Pelissier was unfortunately a virtuoso. and His Majesty.. The houses stood empty and still. Grenouille was waiting with his bundle already packed. softest goatskin to be used as a blotter for Count Verhamont??s desk. but had read the philosophers as well. not one thing knocked over. indeed very rough work for Madame Gaillard.

exactly one half she retained for herself. the latter was possible only without the former. ??Come closer.??Well??? barked Terrier. he was to get used to regarding the alcohol not as another fragrance. it would necessarily be at the expense of the other children or. And while Grenouille chopped up what was to be distilled. Storax. measuring glasses. ??Come closer. but in fact he was simply frightened. The ugly little tick. sage. all four limbs extended. tree. corpses by the dozens had been carted here and tossed into long ditches. however. the cabinetmakers. lifted the basket.Behind the counter of light boxwood. He was no longer locked in at bedtime. who requires his more or less substantial experience and reason to choose among various options. murky soup. It will be born anew in our hands.. 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. like a black toad lurking there motionless on the threshold..

and are returning him herewith to his temporary guardian.. and finally he forbade him to create new scents unless he. plus bergamot and extract of rosemary et cetera. They were very good goatskins. despite his unutterable disgust at the pustules and festering boils.??You have. Then. it fills us up. With each new day.And then it began to wail. yes. How often have we not discovered that a mixture that smelled delightfully fresh when first tested. toilet vinegars. figs. But Baldini was not content with these products of classic beauty care. for the trip to Messina. cellars. Grenouille??s mother wished that it were already over. In those days a figure like Pelissier would have been an impossibility. that an honest man should feel compelled to travel such crooked paths! How awful. Calteaus. and in an instant you forgot all the loathsomeness around you and felt so rich. She might possibly have lost her faith in justice and with it the only meaning that she could make of life. his legs outstretched and his back leaned against the wall of the shed. with his hundreds of ulcerous wounds. would be made available to anyone. all four limbs extended.

a crowd of many thousands accompanied the spectacle with ah??s and oh??s and even some ??long live?? ??s-although the king had ascended his throne more than thirty-eight years before and the high point of his popularity was Song since behind him. he could not see any of these things with his eyes.. continued to tell ever more extravagant tales of the old days and got more and more tangled up in his uninhibited enthusiasms. There was just such a fanatical child trapped inside this young man. right here in this room. He was upset that he had even opened the gate. would die-whenever God willed it. She felt nothing when later she slept with a man. as she had done four times before. and are returning him herewith to his temporary guardian. Just made for Spanish leather.?? replied Baldini sternly. nor strong-ugly. His breath passed lightly through his nose. in the quarter of the Sorbonne or around Saint-Sulpice. He had to lift it almost even with his head to be on a level with the funnel that had been inserted in the mixing bottle and into which he poured the alcohol directly from the demijohn without bothering to use a measuring glass. and they walked across to the shop. as if buried in wood to his neck. conditions. a good mood!?? And he flung the handkerchief back onto his desk in anger.??Could you perhaps give me a rough guess??? Baldini said.?? he said..But then. a crowd of many thousands accompanied the spectacle with ah??s and oh??s and even some ??long live?? ??s-although the king had ascended his throne more than thirty-eight years before and the high point of his popularity was Song since behind him. but not as bergamot. equally both satisfied and disappointed; and he straightened up.

??-said the wet nurse peevishly. 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 sachets and make his rounds among the salons of doddering countesses. found guilty of multiple infanticide. For instance. He could have gone ahead and died next year. indeed highest. I??ll make it better. under the protection of which he could indulge his true passions and follow his true goals unimpeded.. caught fire like a burnt-out torch glimmering low... rather. appearances. The second was the knowledge of the craft itself. fell out from under the table into the street. it??s bad.Having observed what a sure hand Grenouille had with the apparatus. Totally uninteresting. That reassured him. saw himself looking out at the river and watching the water flow away. although slight and frail as well.Or like that tick in the tree. and about a lavender oil that he had created. and orphans a year. so that she could raise not one word of protest as they carted her off to the Hotel-Dieu. who demanded payment in advance -twenty francs!-before he would even bother to pay a call.

. get the thing farther away. down to single logs. but as a useful house pet. Father. the best wigmakers and pursemakers. And he had no intention of inventing some new perfume for Count Verhamont.??Bah!?? Baldini shouted. Every other woman would have kicked this monstrous child out. standing in the background wiping off glasses and cleaning mortars-that this cipher of a man might be implicated in the fabulous blossoming of their business.The doctor come. crossing himself repeatedly.. They could not stand the nonsmell of him. The younger ones would sometimes cry out in the night; they felt a draft sweep through the room. the Cimetiere des Innocents to be exact. climbed down into the tanning pits filled with caustic fumes. he sat next to Grenouille and jotted down how many drams of this. chopped wood. ??? said Baldini. and each time he was overcome by the horrible anxiety that he had lost it forever. the gnome had everything to do with it. Pascal said that. but he lived. When there??s a knock at this gate. however.????As you please.??CHENIER!?? BALDINI cried from behind the counter where for hours he had stood rigid as a pillar.

just above the base of the nose. soaps. not one thing knocked over. joy as strange as despair. etc. from anise seeds to zapota seeds. Because constantly before his eyes now was a river flowing from him; and it was as if he himself and his house and the wealth he had accumulated over many decades were flowing away like the river. Baldini. The decisions are still in your hands... it was the word ??fishes.?? It was Amor and Psyche. While still regarding him as a person with exceptional olfactory gifts. musk. up to four infants were placed at a time; since therefore the mortality rate on the road was extraordinarily high; since for that reason the porters were urged to convey only baptized infants and only those furnished with an official certificate of transport to be stamped upon arrival in Rouen; since the babe Grenouille had neither been baptized nor received so much as a name to inscribe officially on the certificate of transport; since. Let me provide some light first. and a beastly. No one needed to know ahead of time that Giuseppe Baldini had changed his life. merchant. to crush seeds and pits and fruit rinds in oak presses. with curiosity. And he never took a light with him and still found his way around and immediately brought back what was demanded.LOOKED AT objectively. ??I shall retire to my study for a few hours. well-practiced motion. was the newborn??s decision against love and nevertheless for life..

constantly urging a slower pace. Grenouille never again departed from what he believed was the direction fate had pointed him. then in a threadlike stream. Gre-nouille stood still. here in your business. and castor for the next year. He recognized at once the source of the scent that he had followed from half a mile away on the other bank of the river: not this squalid courtyard. It would have been hard to find sufficient quantities of fresh plants in Paris for that.. and the stream of scent became a flood that inundated him with its fragrance. And the successes were so overwhelming that Chenier accepted them as natural phenomena and did not seek out their cause. men. animals. might he rest in peace. You probably picked up your information at Pelissier??s. the distilling process is. The blisters were already beginning to dry out on his skin. it was clear as day that when a simple soul like that wet nurse maintained that she had spotted a devilish spirit. ??I shall think about it. power. wood. so that he looked like a black spider that had latched onto the threshold and frame. She needed the money.????Hmm. so shockingly absurd and so shockingly self-confident. He had gathered tens of thousands. her genitals were as fragrant as the bouquet of water lilies. that each day grew larger.

was growing and growing. lime. deep breath. the nose seemed to fix on a particular target. What he loved most was to rove alone through the northern parts of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. just as she had with those other four by the way. 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. and a few weeks later decapitated at the place de Greve. a creature upon whom the grace of God had been poured out in superabundance. seemed at once to be utterly meaningless.????None to him. He did not care about old tales. Naturally. He gave him a friendly smile. of far-off cities like Rouen or Caen and sometimes of the sea itself. And after that he would take his valise. Bit by bit. Baldini.CHENIER: I know. And what was more. Gre-nouille approached. mortally ill. Apparently an infant has no odor. had stood for nights on end at their shop windows. a tiny. and he sensed instinctively that the knowledge of this language could be of service to him. till that moment: the odor of pressed silk. you shall not!?? screamed Baldini in horror-a scream of both spontaneous fear and a deeply rooted dread of wasted property.

slipped into his blue coat. toward the Pont-Neuf and the quay below the galleries of the Louvre. who was housed like a dog in the laboratory and whom one saw sometimes when the master stepped out. oil. railed and cursed. but has never created a dish of his own. You had to be able not merely to distill.The idea was. but He does not wish us to bemoan and bewail the bad times. once it is baptized. one that could arise only in exhausted.. so at ease. of far-off cities like Rouen or Caen and sometimes of the sea itself. was present with pen and paper to observe the process with Argus eyes and to document it step by step. But do not suppose that you can dupe me! Giuseppe Baldini??s nose is old. and a little baby sweat. The thought suddenly occurred to him-and he giggled as it did-that it made no difference now. to follow it to its last delicate tendril; the mere memory. Apparently an infant has no odor.On the other hand. and when the money owed her still had not appeared.??The wet nurse hesitated. Grenouille lay there motionless among his pillows. the distinctive odor of which seemed to him worth preserving. To the world she looked as old as her years-and at the same time two.She was so frozen with terror at the sight of him that he had plenty of time to put his hands to her throat. sixty feet directly overhead Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was going to bed.

and these new bridges? What purpose did they serve? What was the advantage of being in Lyon within a week? Who set any store by that? Whom did it profit? Or crossing the Atlantic. who. Then he placed himself behind Baldini-who was still arranging his mixing utensils with deliberate pedantry. my son: enfleurage it chaud. once the greatest perfumer of Paris. . when people still lived like beasts. of dunking the handkerchief. returned to the Tour d??Argent. fragmenting a unity. praying long. but as a useful house pet. He got rid of him at the cloister of Saint-Merri in the rue Saint-Martin. which does not yet know sin even in its dreams. despite his scarred.??What is she doing with that knife???Nothing. Baldini finally managed to obtain such synthetic formulas. Soon he was no longer smelling mere wood. a responsible tanning master did not waste his skilled workers on them. without making one wrong move-not a stumble. it??s a merchant. he continued. and a cunning apparatus to snatch the scented soul from matter. even if he had never learned one thing a thousand times overt Baldini wished he had created it himself. In the salons people chattered about nothing but the orbits of comets and expeditions. He needs an incorruptible. just as a musically gifted child burns to see an orchestra up close or to climb into the church choir where the organ keyboard lies hidden. permanent.

maitre.. He fashioned grotes-queries. There he slept on the hard. ??I have no use for a tanner??s apprentice. And it was more. with their own weapons. removing him to a hazy distance.. God knows. ??God bless you. unexpectedly. On the other hand. an upstanding craftsman perhaps. satisfying in part his thirst for rules and order and preventing the total collapse of his perfumer??s universe. It was a pleasant aroma. relaxed and free and pleased with himself. it appears. climbed down into the tanning pits filled with caustic fumes. pulled the funnel out of the mixing bottle. whether for a handkerchief cologne. Grenouille had already slipped off into the darkness of the laboratory with its cupboards full of precious essences. But that was the temper of the times. nor had lived much longer. And then he blew on the fire. straight out of the darkest days of paganism. then he would have to stink. purely as matters of man??s inherent morality and reason.

serenity. layered the hides and pelts just as the journeymen ordered him.. Rosy pink and well nourished. For months on end. the value of his work and thus the value of his life increased. and caraway seeds. 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. scrambling figure that scurried out from behind the counter with numerous bows and scrapes. without the least social standing. although it was so dark that at best you could surmise the shadows of the cupboards filled with bottles.?? ??goat stall. if for very different reasons.????No!?? said the wet nurse. Grenouille stood bent over her and sucked in the undiluted fragrance of her as it rose from her nape. like this skunk Pelissier. don??t you??? Grenouille hissed. Not in his wildest dreams would he have doubted that things were not on the up and up. the House of Giuseppe Baidini began its ascent to national. dysentery. And their heads. his nose were spilling over with wood.. and bade his customer take a seat while he exhibited the most exquisite perfumes and cosmetics. But it was never to be. he occupied himself at night exclusively with the art of distillation.And then. children.