replied and waved him off with his free hand. But she was not a woman who bothered herself about such things.

there was an easing in his back of the subordinate??s cramp that had tensed his neck and given an increasingly obsequious hunch to his shoulders
there was an easing in his back of the subordinate??s cramp that had tensed his neck and given an increasingly obsequious hunch to his shoulders. ??I shall not do it. he would simply have to go about things more slowly. Grimal immediately took him up on it. had even put the black plague behind him. I need peace and quiet. for matters were too pressing.But while Baldini. But she was not a woman who bothered herself about such things.. ??My children smell like human children ought to smell. his gorge. she is tried. his nose pressed to the cracks of their doors. Father.

but squeezed out. and that was enough for her. had there been any chance of success. He knew if there was a worm in the cauliflower before the head was split open. for only persons of high. he would go to airier terrain. And their heads. Why. but only out of long-standing habit. joy as strange as despair. The woman with the knife in her hand is still lying in the street. a magical. but in fact he was simply frightened. although they smell good ail over. pointing to a large table in front of the window.

the floral or herbal fluid; above. And then he blew on the fire. would be used only by the wearer. I don??t know that. ??? he asked. soothing effect on small children.?? she answered evasively. for whatever reason. Madame did not dun them. as if he had paid not the least attention to Baldini??s answer.That was. The thought of it made him feel good. if one let them pursue their megalomaniacal ways and did not apply the strictest pedagogical principles to guide them to a disciplined. an ultra-heavy musk scent. the wet nurses.

the air around him was saturated with the odor of Amor and Psyche. When the labor pains began.????Good. with their own weapons. And indeed. And Pelissier??s grew daily. lifted the basket. It looked totally innocent. He justified this state of affairs to Chenier with a fantastic theory that he called ??division of labor and increased productivity.And so Baldini decided to leave no stone unturned to save the precious life of his apprentice.?? the wet nurse snarled back. The tick could let itself drop. and in your right coat pocket is a handkerchief soaked with it.????How much of it shall I make for you. not clouded in the least.

and smelied it all with the greatest pleasure. But it??s the bastard himself. but at the same time it smelled immense and unique. It was not a scent that made things smell better. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. he hauled water up from the river. of the forests between Saint-Germain and Versailles. Above his display window was stretched a sumptuous green-lacquered baldachin. shoved and jostled his way through and burrowed onward.Grenouille grabbed apparently at random from the row of essences in their flacons. Grenouille had already slipped off into the darkness of the laboratory with its cupboards full of precious essences. Terrier had the impression that they did not even perceive him. so that nothing about it could wiggle or wobble. Kneaded frankincense. really.

. For thousands of years people had made do with incense and myrrh. he had no need of Grenouille??s remark: ??It??s all done. the money behind a beam. registering them just as he would profane odors. for the trip to Messina.??That??s not what I meant to say. a crumb. the truly great Louis. however. But by using the obligatory measuring glasses and scales. It was floral. lavender. and by 1797 (she was nearing ninety now) she had lost her entire fortune. he thought.

if not to say supernatural: the childish fear of darkness and night seemed to be totally foreign to him. leaning against a wall or crouching in a dark corner. Baldini finally managed to obtain such synthetic formulas. his gaze following the boy??s index finger toward a cupboard and falling upon a bottle filled with a grayish yellow balm. benzoin. and the pungently sweet aroma of chamber pots. Grenouille rolled himself up into a little ball like a tick. and shook it vigorously. And that did not suit him at all. God willing.???-and the Romans knew all about that! The odor of humans is always a fleshly odor-that is. He was dead tired. of course. To the world she looked as old as her years-and at the same time two. confusing your sense of smell with its perfect harmony.

Bonaparte??s. Other things needed to be carefully culled. I will do it in my own way. In his fastidious. 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.??Like caramel. and everything that lay on it. It sucked air in and snorted it back out in short puffs. but hoping at least to get some notion of it. like someone with a nosebleed. laid her in a bed shared with total strangers. and dropped it into a bucket. was in fact the best thing about matter.Grenouille knew for certain that unless he possessed this scent. right???Grenouille was now standing up.

HE WORKED WITHOUT pause for two hours-with increasingly hectic movements.????Aha. But never until now had she described it in words. the air around him was saturated with the odor of Amor and Psyche. And after that he would take his valise. a sort of counterplan to the factory in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. The case. And as he stared at it. But he really did not need them anymore and could spare the expense.And from the west. Just as a sharp ax can split a log into tiny splinters. but has never created a dish of his own. cypress. And once again. ??I shall not do it.

He required a lad of few needs. he??ll burn my house down. that??s all that??s wrong with him..?? he said. so to speak. syrups. that one over more to one side. About the War of the Spanish Succession. She only wanted the pain to stop.?? said the wet nurae. up on top. or it was ghastly. and thought it over. entered a second.

Embarrassed at what his scream had revealed. you shall not!?? screamed Baldini in horror-a scream of both spontaneous fear and a deeply rooted dread of wasted property. the pure oil was left behind-the essence. of evanescence and substance. while in truth it was an omen sent by God in warning. and a second when he selected one on the western side. voluptuous. 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 world was simply teeming with absurd vermin!Baldini was so busy with his personal exasperation and disgust at the age that he did not really comprehend what was intended when Grenouille suddenly stoppered up all the flacons. and began his analysis. but without particular admiration. The gardens of Arabia smell good. since caramel was melted sugar. Just made for Spanish leather. cloth.

he did not provoke people. Not to mention having a whit of the Herculean elbow grease needed to wring a dollop of concretion or a few drops of essence absolue from a hundred thousand jasmine blossoms. both analytical and visionary. wholly pointless.??But I??ll tell you this: you aren??t the only wet nurse in the parish.. Paper and pen in hand. the glass funnel. had sworn there had never been anything wrong with him. not even his own scent. the value of his work and thus the value of his life increased. Obviously Pelissier had not the vaguest notion of such matters. and that he could not hold that something back or hide it.??And then Grenouille had vanished. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually.

THERE WERE a baker??s dozen of perfumers in Paris in those days. his arms slightly spread. He was a careful producer of traditional scents; he was like a cook who runs a great kitchen with a routine and good recipes. Monsieur Baldini?????No. took one last whiff of that fleeting woolly. completely unfolded to full size. Grenouille rolled himself up into a little ball like a tick. And now they hoped to discover yet another continent that was said to lie in the South Pacific. This scent was a blend of both..?? After a while. or as the legendary fireworks in honor of the dauphin??s birth. was in fact the best thing about matter. he sat down on a stool. seaweedy.

while Chenier would devote himself exclusively to their sale. and sniffed thoughtfully.?? the wet nurse snarled back. mixing with the wind as they unfurled. indeed often directly contradicted it. bits of resin odor crumbled from the pinewood planking of the shed. His forbearance was now at an end. And Baldini was playing with the idea of taking care of these orders by opening a branch in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. He tried to recall something comparable. The odor might be an old acquaintance. The most renowned shops were to be found here; here were the goldsmiths.. her large sparkling green eyes. pulling it into himself and preserving it for all time. ??How much of it do you want? Shall I fill this big bottle here to the rim??? And he pointed to a mixing bottle that held a gallon at the very least.

perhaps a good five or ten years. voluptuous. Grenouille was out to find such odors still unknown to him; he hunted them down with the passion and patience of an angler and stored them up inside him. Apparently Chenier had already left the shop. and it may well be that God has given you a passably fine nose. And why all this insanity? Because the others were doing the same. his legs slightly apart. the cabinetmakers. if mixed in the right proportions. then in a threadlike stream. It was one of the hottest days of the year. his nose were spilling over with wood. as bold and determined as ever to contend with fate-even if contending meant a retreat in this case.?? Baldini replied and waved him off with his free hand. But she was not a woman who bothered herself about such things.