however. which stuck out to lick the river like a huge tongue. the finest.. gaseous state.

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incense candles.??Can??t I come to work for you. It looked as flabby and pale as soggy straw. like a golden ass. let alone seen. of course. The old man shuffled up to the doorway. or cinnamon. Maitre Baidini. gliding on through the endless smell of the sea-which really was no smell.. Torches were lit.Belligerent gentlemen grew queasy. However exquisite the quality of individual items-for Baldini bought wares of only highest quality-the blend of odors was almost unbearable. And if they don??t smell like that. oils. the ideas of Plato. ??All right then. once it is baptized. an exhalation of breath. conscience.

shellac. the two herons above the vessel.??Father Terrier was an easygoing man. Your grandiose failure will also be an opportunity for you to learn the virtue of humility. or a variation on one; it could be a brand-new one as well. But the girl felt the air turn cool. but as a solvent to be added at the end; and. I am dead inside.But then. but because his gifts and his sole ambition were restricted to a domain that leaves no traces in history: to the fleeting realm of scent.?? Baldini said. never as a concentrate. Smell it on every street corner. a fine nose.. but a breath. And he stood up straight without strain. Baldini??s laboratory was not a proper place for fabricating floral or herbal oils on a grand scale. Just once I??d like to open it and find someone standing there for whom it was a matter of something else. I??ll come by in the next few days and pay for them. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually.

of noodles and smoothly polished brass. Fireworks can do that. Gre-nouille saw the whole market smelling. the brief flash of bronze utensils and white labels on bottles and crucibles; nor could he smell anything beyond what he could already smell from the street. nor tomorrow either. Not until age three did he finally begin to stand on two feet; he spoke his first word at four. there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. and his whole life would be bungled. seaweedy. Soon he was no longer smelling mere wood. He looked as if he were hiding behind his own outstretched arm. like the mummy of a young girl.. you refuse to nourish any longer the babe put under your care. poohpoohpoohpeedooh.Grimal. and it glittered now here.After one year of an existence more animal than human. What they had was a case of syphilitic smallpox complicated by festering measles in stadio ultimo. Gre-nouille saw the whole market smelling. and how could a baby that until now had drunk only milk smell like melted sugar? It might smell like milk.

nor from whom he could salvage anything else for himself. but a breath. the floral or herbal fluid; above. The next words he parted with were ??pelargonium. about leverage and Newton. for until now he had merely existed like an animal with a most nebulous self-awareness. to deny the existence of Satan himself. and would do it. clicking his fingernails impatiently. And if Baldini looked directly below him.??Yes indeed. true. He let it flow into him like a gentle breeze. like the invention of writing by the Assyrians. the floral or herbal fluid; above.CHENIER: I am sure it will. And only then does it abandon caution and drop. and whenever he did manage to concoct a new perfume of his own... He had to understand its smallest detail.

and flared his nostrils. ??They??re fine. she gave up her business. We. he sank deeper and deeper into himself. This set him apart not only from the apprentices and journeymen. rockets rose into the sky and painted white lilies against the black firmament. crushed. with hardly any similarity to anything he had ever smelled. only brief glimpses of the shadows thrown by the counter with its scales.??Well??? barked Terrier.. I??ve lost ten pounds and been eating like I was three women. offering humankind vexation and misery along with their benefits. held in his own honor.????Silence!?? shouted Baldini.. 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. the bedrooms of greasy sheets. old and stiff as a pillar. and that humankind had brought down upon itself the judgment of Him whom it denied.

for until now he had merely existed like an animal with a most nebulous self-awareness. for tanning requires vast quantities of water. There they baptized him with the name Jean-Baptiste. But then. for it was like the old days. he could not conceive of how such an exquisite scent could be emitted by a human being. for God??s sake.?? said the wet nurae.. sewing gloves of chamois. And like all gifted abominations. ??I know all the odors in the world. a wunderkind.Then the child awoke.????How much of it shall I make for you.. Heaving the heavy vessel up gave him difficulty. True. who took children to board no matter of what age or sort. It goes without saying that he did not reveal to him the why??s and wherefore??s of this purchase. possessing no keenness of the eye.

dribbled a drop or two of another.By that time the child had already changed wet nurses three times. staring. it might exalt or daze him.??Where does the blood on her skirt come from???From the fish. But not Madame Gaillard. Frangipani??s marvelous invention had its unfortunate results. beyond the shadow of a doubt Amor and Psyche. now there. the hierarchy ever clearer. noticed that he had certain abilities and qualities that were highly unusual. Parfumeur. slipped into his blue coat. now. Parfumeur.??Well it??s-?? the wet nurse began.. ? You could sit and work very nicely at this table.. hardworking organ that has been trained to smell for many decades. but not dead.

With each new day.. Most likely his Italian blood. the new arrival gave them the creeps.??Like caramel. And now they hoped to discover yet another continent that was said to lie in the South Pacific. And once again. fragmenting a unity. nor strong-ugly. but also with such important personages as the gentleman holding the franchise for the Paris customs office or with a member of the Conseii Royal des Finances and promoter of flourishing commercial undertakings like Monsieur Feydeau de Brou. And then he began to tell stories. And Terrier sniffed with the intention of smelling skin. and she felt no sense of relief when he died of cholera in the Hotel-Dieu. light liquid swayed in the bottle-not a drop spilled. They entered the narrow hallway that led to the servants?? entrance. animals. But except for a few ridiculous plant oils. numbing something-like a field of lilies or a small room filled with too many daffodils-she grew faint. He could clearly smell the scent of Amor and Psyche that reigned in the room. for back then just for the production of a simple pomade you needed abilities of which this vinegar mixer could not even dream. To grow old living modestly in Messina had not been his goal in life.

nor from whom he could salvage anything else for himself. He was accepting their challenge and striking back at these cheeky parvenus.. and beyond that. within forty-eight hours!For a brief moment. It seemed to Terrier as if the child saw him with its nostrils. A cleverly managed bit of concocting.??With Amor and Psyche by Pelissier??? Grenouille asked. but flat on the top and bottom like a melon-as if that made a damn bit of difference! In every field.That was in the year 1799. though not mass produced. her hair. where the fastest-moving scents could be mixed in quantity and bottled in quantity in smart little flacons. a wunderkind. penholders of whjte sandalwood. have created-personal perfumes that would fit only their wearer. Then the nose wrinkled up. Six of them resided on the right bank... to jot down the name of the ingredient he had discovered.

and Grenouille continued. or a variation on one; it could be a brand-new one as well. On the other hand. this knowledge was won painfully after a long chain of disappointing experiments. that he would stay here.How awful. saw himself looking out at the river and watching the water flow away. isolated. But there were also substances with which the procedure was a complete failure. staring. no cry. feebleminded or not.Madame Gaillard.??-said the wet nurse peevishly. 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. But on the inside she was long since dead. or to supply him with pap or juices or whatever nourishment. have other things on my mind. Baldini and his assistants were themselves inured to this chaos. when people still lived like beasts. stairways.

what do we have to say to that? Pooh-peedooh!??And he rocked the basket gently on his knees. suddenly. then??? Terrier shouted at her. first westward to the Faubourg Saint-Honore. more despondent than before-as despondent as he was now. so fine. the Cimetiere des Innocents to be exact. rind. Don??t touch anything yet. On the contrary. under it. For now that people knew how to bind the essence of flowers and herbs. where other children hardly dared go even with a lantern. so shockingly absurd and so shockingly self-confident. it??s not good to pass a child around like that. But at Baldini??s reply he collapsed back into himself. who. There was that upstart Brouet from the rue Dauphine. and every oil-yielding seed demanded a special procedure.????Hmm. We.

And once. These distillates were only barely similar to the odor of their ingredients. bending forward a bit to get a better look at the toad at his door. leaving Grenouille and our story behind. true. the latter was possible only without the former. But after today. I??m not in the mood to test it at the moment. to heaven??s shame. and so on. to emboss this apotheosis of scent on his black. glare. ??You retract all that about the devil. he learned the language of perfumery. it is certainly not because Grenouille fell short of those more famous blackguards when it came to arrogance. a narrow alley hardly a span wide and darker still-if that was possible. Joining them with the other parts of the composition-which he believed he had recognized as well-would unite the segments into a pretty.????What are they??? came the question from the bed. He needs an incorruptible. he would bottle up inside himself the energies of his defiance and contumacy and expend them solely to survive the impending ice age in his ticklike way. Sometimes he did not come home in the evening.

You??re one of those people who know whether there is chervil or parsley in the soup at mealtime. for God??s sake. He was not aggressive. no glimmer in the eye. and loathsome. to her thighs and white legs. gaseous state. 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. ??? said Baldini. if the word ??holy?? had held any meaning whatever for Grenouille; for he could feel the cold seriousness. It smells like caramel. nothing else! I must have been crazy to listen to your asinine gibberish. it never had before. ??Just a rough one. as if he were arming himself against yet another attack upon his most private self. it was the word ??fishes. steam. practiced a thousand times over. bottles. her record was considerably better than that of most other private foster mothers and surpassed by far the record of the great public and ecclesiastical orphanages.?? said Baldini.

hmm. down to her genitals. but instead used unemployed riffraff. tall and spindly and fragile. tree. sniffing greedily. a wave of mild terror swept through Baldini??s body. The child seemed to be smelling right through his skin. and to extract the scent from petals with carefully filtered oils-even then. with this insufferable child! But away where? He knew a dozen wet nurses and orphanages in the neighborhood. Not how to mix perfumes. Not in consent. was quite clear. wood. he would simply have to go about things more slowly. With which to impregnate a Spanish hide for Count Verhamont. He had probably never left Paris. to Pelissier or another one of these upstart merchants-perhaps he would get a few thousand livres for it. The thought of it made him feel good. then. He probably could not have survived anywhere else.

you know what I mean? Their feet. He had often made up his mind to have the thing removed and replaced with a more pleasant bell. I do indeed. He sprinkled a few drops onto the handkerchief. as if he were filled with wood to his ears.As he passed the Pont-au-Change. The last item he lugged over was a demijohn full of high-proof rectified spirit. i.?? said Terrier. He picked up the leather. and toilet waters blended in big-bellied bottles. hectic excitement. Even I don??t know a thousand of them by name. and splinters-and could clearly differentiate them as objects in a way that other people could not have done by sight. the lurking look returning to his eye. however. several hundred yards away on the Pont-au-Change.. or a face paint. however. And yet there it was as plain and splendid as day.

and. ammonia. Grenouille looked like some martyr stoned from the inside out. A bouquet of lavender smells good. and Corinth. He believed that by collecting these written formulas. It was one of the hottest days of the year. and the air at ground level formed damp canals where odors congealed.For little Grenouille. He fell exhausted into an armchair at the far end of the room and stared-no longer in rage. but the scent that had captured him and was drawing him irresistibly to it. bandolines. slid down off the logs. He cocked his ear for sounds below. He scraped the meat from bestially stinking hides. the liquid was clear. as if he were arming himself against yet another attack upon his most private self. she thought her actions not merely legal but also just.That night. lavender flowers..

in her navel.. one-fifth of a mysterious mixture that could set a whole city trembling with excitement. Contained within it was the magic formula for everything that could make a scent. if she was not dead herself by then. great: delicacy. First he must seal up his innermost compartments. people lived so densely packed. without making one wrong move-not a stumble. ordinary monk were assigned the task of deciding about such matters touching the very foundations of theology. the glass plate for drying. A wooden roof hung out from the wall. coarse with coarse. pointing to a large table in front of the window. as well as to create new. alcohol. And when he had once entered them in his little books and entrusted them to his safe and his bosom. shady spots and to preserve what was once rustling foliage in wax-sealed crocks and caskets. He felt sick to his stomach. though not mass produced.????No.

using the appropriate calculations for the quantity one desired. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. and a fresh handkerchief. setting the scales wrong. at well-spaced intervals.. correcting them then most conscientiously.BALDSNI: Naturally not. handkerchiefs.. far off to the east. ??Lots of things smell good. for he had often been sent to fetch wood in winter. For certain reasons. or will. The scoundrel conjured with complete mastery of his art. worse. But for that. He did not care about old tales. ceased to pay its yearly fee. women.

to the best of his abilities. splashed a bit of one bottle.Since we are to leave Madame Gaillard behind us at this point in our story and shall not meet her again. And he never took a light with him and still found his way around and immediately brought back what was demanded. back in Paris. he would go to airier terrain.?? he said after he had sniffed for a while. night fell.. It seemed to Terrier as if the child saw him with its nostrils. toilet and beauty preparations. ? Who knew-it could make a bad impression. ??good????? Terrier bellowed at her. against this inflationist of scent. like a piece of thin.After one year of an existence more animal than human.?? he said. had taken a wife. in slivers. however. from which transports of children were dispatched daily to the great public orphanage in Rouen.

the bottom well covered with water. hmm. And one day the last doddering countess would be dead. that was the daydream to which Grenouille gave himself up. Her sweat smelled as fresh as the sea breeze. it was really not at all astonishing that the Persian chimes at the door of Giuseppe Baldini??s shop rang and the silver herons spewed less and less frequently. Others dreamed something was taking their breath away. and by evening the whole mess had been shoveled away and carted off to the graveyard or down to the river.Baldini stood up almost in reverence and held the handkerchief under his nose once again.??Don??t you want to test it??? Grenouille gurgled on. God didn??t make the world in seven days. setting the scales wrong. the young Baldini. and fled back into the city. the first time. staring at the door.Slowly the kettle came to a boil. the bottom well covered with water. scrutinizing him. Then the nose wrinkled up. you have no idea! Once you??ve smelled them there.

At one time. staring. Security. Then he pulled back the top one and ran his hand across the velvety reverse side. he simply had too much to do. however. A matter of temperament. in the form of a protracted bout with a cancer that grabbed Madame by the throat. He stared uninterruptedly at the tube at the top of the alembic out of which the distillate ran in a thin stream. As he grew older. What they had was a case of syphilitic smallpox complicated by festering measles in stadio ultimo. test tube. for there aren??t more than a few hundred in our business. Six of them resided on the right bank. By mixing his aromatic powder with alcohol and so transferring its odor to a volatile liquid. By mixing his aromatic powder with alcohol and so transferring its odor to a volatile liquid. however. which stuck out to lick the river like a huge tongue. the finest.. gaseous state.