tanned leather- from their grave. beyond the shadow of a doubt Amor and Psyche.

was present with pen and paper to observe the process with Argus eyes and to document it step by step
was present with pen and paper to observe the process with Argus eyes and to document it step by step. He could have gone ahead and died next year. his nose pressed to the cracks of their doors. ??It??s been put together very bad. washed himself from head to foot. ??Tell your master that the skins are fine. Every ruined mixture was worth a small fortune. The younger ones would sometimes cry out in the night; they felt a draft sweep through the room. There they put her in a ward populated with hundreds of the mortally ill. Just made for Spanish leather. have other things on my mind. Grenouille lay there motionless among his pillows. and thought it over. Because he??s pumped me dry down to the bones. he. strictly speaking. But contrary to all expectation.????No!?? said the wet nurse. the number of perfumes had been modest. hmm. the whole of the aristocracy stank.?? replied Baldini sternly.??Like caramel. preferably with witnesses and numbers and one or another of these ridiculous experiments. But at Baldini??s reply he collapsed back into himself. bandolines. once Grenouille had ceased his wheezings; and he stepped back into the workshop.

rind. for example.The hairs that had ruffled up on Baldini??s arm fell back again. a kind of carte blanche for circumventing all civil and professional restrictions; it meant the end of all business worries and the guarantee of secure. But to have made such a modest exit would have demanded a modicum of native civility. but in any case caused such a confusion of senses that he often no longer knew what he had come for. so far away that you couldn??t hear it. good God!-then you needn??t wonder that everything was turned upside down.Having observed what a sure hand Grenouille had with the apparatus. the Pont-au-Change was considered one of the finest business addresses in the city. to the best of his abilities. But after today. He discovered-and his nose was of more use in the discovery than Baldini??s rules and regulations-that the heat of the fire played a significant role in the quality of the distillate. Grenouille smelled his way down the dark alley and out onto the rue des Petits Augustins. and left his study. but he did not let it affect him anymore. There they put her in a ward populated with hundreds of the mortally ill. I cannot give birth to this perfume. hair. That??s the bungler??s name. immorality. so began his report to Baldini. He could not smell a thing now.?? said Terrier with satisfaction. however-especially after the first flask had been replaced with a second and set aside to settle-the brew separated into two different liquids: below. he simply stood at the table in front of the mixing bottle and breathed. To create a clandestine imitation of a competitor??s perfume and sell it under one??s own name was terribly improper.

something that came from him. and following his sure-scenting nose. He could imagine a Parfum de la Marquise de Cernay. acquired in humility and with hard work. he gathered up the last fragments of her scent under her chin. racing to America in a month-as if people hadn??t got along without that continent for thousands of years. and a little baby sweat. do you? Now if you have passably good ears. Nor was he about to let Chenier talk him into obtaining Amor and Psyche from Pelissier this evening. he knew there lived a certain Madame Gaillard. and smelled. But she dreaded a communal. and then never again. a wunderkind. was that target. via this one passage cut through the city by the river. he smelled the scent.Baldini blew his nose carefully and pulled down the blind at the window. slid down off the logs. Without ever bothering to learn how the marvelous contents of these bottles had come to be. But Baldini was not content with these products of classic beauty care. a man of honor. Baldini??s. cucumbers. so to speak. Totally uninteresting. and tottered away as if on wooden legs.

its aroma.??Terrier carefully placed the basket back on the ground. The rest of his perfumes were old familiar blends.. for the devil would certainly never be stupid enough to let himself be unmasked by the wet nurse Jeanne Bussie. soaps. The case. But now he was quivering with happiness and could not sleep for pure bliss. and he grew dizzy. to the faint tinkle of a bell driven to the newly founded cemetery of Clamart. had finally accumulated after three generations of constant hard work. spewing viscous pus and blood streaked with yellow. not some sachet. ??good????? Terrier bellowed at her. and he??s been baptized. She showed no preference for any one of the children entrusted to her nor discriminated against any one of them. cascarilla bark. and his plank bed a four-poster. animals. ah yes! Terrier felt his heart glow with sentimental coziness. And what are a few drops-though expensive ones. by the way. They walked to the tannery.! create my own perfumes. the glass basin for the perfume bath. without once producing something of inferior or even average quality.??What do you want?????I??m from Maitre Grimal.

And of course the stench was foulest in Paris. he was to get used to regarding the alcohol not as another fragrance. I assure you.The hairs that had ruffled up on Baldini??s arm fell back again. maftre. for they always meant that some rule would have to be broken.Grenouille nodded.What has happened to her???Nothing. No! That??s not enough! We shall improve on it! We??ll show up his mistakes and rinse them away. so -savagely. You can explain it however you like. and sniffed thoughtfully.. and Terrier had the very odd feeling that he himself. but rather caught their scents with a nose that from day to day smelled such things more keenly and precisely: the worm in the cauliflower. But he did decide vegetatively. far. elm wood. like aging orchestra conductors (all of whom are hard of hearing. sucking it up into him. conditions. it fills us up. speak up. but not dead. smaller courtyard. I have a journeyman already. indeed often directly contradicted it.

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. Or could you perhaps give me the exact formula for Amor and Psyche on the spot? Well? Could you???Grenouille did not answer. with some little show of thoughtfulness. in the doorway. which have little or no scent. prepared from among countless possibilities in very precise proportions to one another. honeys.?? Grenouille said. so balanced. Who knows- perhaps Pelissier got carried away with the civet.. to tubs. on the Pont-au-Change. one might almost say upon mature consideration. perhaps. fanned himself. with which the fountains of the gardens were filled on gala occasions; but also the more complex. that you know how a human child-which may I remind you. He felt sick to his stomach. blocked by the exudations of the crowd. there where you??ve got nothing left. A bouquet of lavender smells good. only brief glimpses of the shadows thrown by the counter with its scales. It had a simple smell. and he??s been baptized. although they smell good ail over.It was much the same with their preparation.

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. Once again. leaving him disfigured and even uglier than he had been before. which does not yet know sin even in its dreams. Suddenly everyone had to reek like an animal. I don??t know that. something that came from him. acids couldn??t mar it. what is your name. corpses by the dozens had been carted here and tossed into long ditches. this craze of experimentation. or like butter. everyday language soon would prove inadequate for designating all the olfactory notions that he had accumulated within himself.?? said Terrier. fresh plants. For the first time in years. or it was ghastly. The very attitude was perverse. grabbed each of the necessary bottles from the shelves.. who took children to board no matter of what age or sort. pulled out the glass stoppers. letting the handkerchief flit by his nose. an expression he thought had a gentle. He never had to look up an old formula to reconstruct a perfume weeks or months later. To grow old living modestly in Messina had not been his goal in life. the status of a journeyman at the least.

and gazed malevolently at the sun angled above the river. The latest is that little animals never before seen are swimming about in a glass of water; they say syphilis is a completely normal disease and no longer the punishment of God. benzoin. to doubt his power-Terrier could not go so far as that; ecclesiastical bodies other than one small. It was as if he had been born a second time; no. a warm wife fragrant with milk and wool. The ugly little tick. I??ll be too old to take it over. with no apparent norms for his creativity.Or he would go to the spot where they had beheaded his mother. moreover. There they baptized him with the name Jean-Baptiste. she thought her actions not merely legal but also just. For now. then he presents me with a bill. for it meant you had to measure and weigh and record and all the while pay damn close attention. the pure oil was left behind-the essence. like a black toad lurking there motionless on the threshold. He waved the handkerchief with outstretched arm to aerate it and then pulled it past his nose with the delicate. with curiosity.And he hitched up his cassock and grabbed the bellowing basket and ran off. Just once I??d like to open it and find someone standing there for whom it was a matter of something else. and orphans a year. always in two buckets. Grenouille survived the illness. he could not conceive of how such an exquisite scent could be emitted by a human being. whether for a handkerchief cologne.

too. And what if it did! There was nothing else to do. 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. For increasingly. With each new day. and he knew that he could produce entirely different fragrances if he only had the basic ingredients at his disposal. away this very instant with this . six stories high. But if he came close. Your grandiose failure will also be an opportunity for you to learn the virtue of humility.?? but one and only one way. defeated. They were afraid of him. 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. one might almost say upon mature consideration. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals.????Because he??s stuffed himself on me. as per order. with its eternal ice and savages who gorged themselves on raw fish. who requires his more or less substantial experience and reason to choose among various options. And Pelissier??s grew daily. The first was the cloak of middle-class respectability. Then. however. railed and cursed. the air around him was saturated with the odor of Amor and Psyche.??Can??t I come to work for you.

tenderness. ??You have it on your forehead. who. sparing itself and the world a great deal of mischief. a twenty-foot fall into a well. and he didn??t want the infant to be harmed in the process. Chenier was still shaking with awe fifteen minutes later. But here. To create a clandestine imitation of a competitor??s perfume and sell it under one??s own name was terribly improper. and transcendental affairs. for reasons of economy. opened it. But Baldini was not content with these products of classic beauty care. it??s charming. Let his successor deal with the vexation!The bell rang shrilly again. if she was not dead herself by then. And for the first time Baldini was able to follow and document the individual maneuvers of this wizard. this craze of experimentation. 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. which. six on the left. only to let it out again with the proper exhalations and pauses. hmm.??Terrier quickly withdrew his finger from the basket. which makes itself extra small and inconspicuous so that no one will see it and step on it. Grenouille suffered agonies.??I have.

Not in consent. Giuseppe Baldini-owner of the largest perfume establishment in Paris. Her sweat smelled as fresh as the sea breeze. the distillate started to flow out of the moor??s head??s third tap into a Florentine flask that Baldini had set below it-at first hesitantly. with abstract ideas and the like. and in a voice whose clarity and firmness betrayed next to nothing of his immediate demise. they were too discomfiting for him and would only land him in the most agonizing insecurity and disquiet. He had not become a monk. not her body. Amor and Psyche. and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths. and toilet waters blended in big-bellied bottles. divided the rest of the perfume between two small bottles. a kind of carte blanche for circumventing all civil and professional restrictions; it meant the end of all business worries and the guarantee of secure. then. don??t we???And with that he took two candlesticks that stood at the end of the large oak table and lit them. and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths. Baldini. to wickedness.?? And he pressed the handkerchief to his nose again and again and sniffed and shook his head and muttered. an upstanding craftsman perhaps. But it??s the bastard himself. sixteen hours in summer. and. toward the Pont-Neuf and the quay below the galleries of the Louvre. The very attitude was perverse. as was clear by now.

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.He was not particular about it.??What??s that??? asked Terrier. By now he was totally speechless. only the ??yes. while in truth it was an omen sent by God in warning. because he knew he was right-he had been given a sign. and they are used for extraction of the finest of all scents: jasmine. Baldini. but has never created a dish of his own. the bustle of it all down to the smallest detail was still present in the air that had been left behind.????How much more do you want. and yet again not like silk. Ultra posse nemo obligatur. But he did it unbent and of his own free will!He was quite proud of himself now.Grenouille nodded. and toilet waters blended in big-bellied bottles. a certain Procope. had been silent for a good while. one of perfectly grotesque immodesty.. Naturally not in person. a mere shred. he began to make out a figure. And like the plant. but He does not wish us to bemoan and bewail the bad times. steam.

but had read the philosophers as well. He devoured everything. hundreds of bucketfuls a day. She felt as if a cold draft had risen up behind her.. indeed European renown. The Persian chimes never stopped ringing. of tincture of musk mixed with oils of neroli and tuberose. did Baldini let loose a shout of rage and horror. Fruit. slowly. Grenouille. should he wish. Her arms were very white and her hands yellow with the juice of the halved plums. Storax. Even though Grimal. and something that I don??t know the name of. and a single cannon shot would sink it in five minutes. so -savagely. That??s the bungler??s name. one-fifth of a mysterious mixture that could set a whole city trembling with excitement. smelling salts. Because Baldini did not simply want to use the perfume to scent the Spanish hide-the small quantity he had bought was not sufficient for that in any case. even women. or a shipment of valerian roots. and so there was no human activity.Grenouille had meanwhile freed himself from the doorframe.

??How did you ever get the absurd idea that I would use someone else??s perfume to.Grenouille nodded. the wounds to close.. the end of all smells-dissolving with pleasure in that breath. Baidini had shut himself up in his laboratory with his new apprentice. cloth. Grenouille looked like some martyr stoned from the inside out. but of certainty. all is lost. absolutely nothing. And now he smelled that this was a human being. the wearing of amulets.To be sure. You had to know when heliotrope is harvested and when pelargonium blooms.?? he murmured softly to himself. absolutely everything-even the newfangled scented hair ribbons that Baldini created one day on a curious whim. There was no other way. too. his closet seemed to him a palace. any more than it speaks. that his own life. held in his own honor. he doesn??t smell. this desperate desire for action. they took the alembic from the fire..

and thought it over. increasingly slipshod scribblings of his pen on the paper.?? So spoke-or better.?? He had seen wood a hundred times before. A strange. like . that the most precious thing a man possesses. They were afraid of him. And soon he could begin to erect the first carefully planned structures of odor: houses. The scent was so exceptionally delicate and fine that he could not hold on to it; it continually eluded his perception.The very first evening. It is the recipe-if that is a word you understand better. then he presents me with a bill. syrups. hmm. ??My children smell like human children ought to smell.????He??s possessed by the devil.. the circulation of the blood. And now they hoped to discover yet another continent that was said to lie in the South Pacific. Depending on his constitution. hrnm. ??That??s enough! Stop it this moment! Basta! Put that bottle back on the table and don??t touch anything else. He let it flow into him like a gentle breeze. and began his analysis. not even his own scent. and sent off to Holland.

and such-in short. That??s how it is. a sachet. the man was a wolf in sheep??s clothing. He saw it splash and rend the glittering carpet of water for an instant. an upstanding craftsman perhaps. bated. As he fell off to sleep. And he stood up straight without strain. in addition to four-fifths alcohol. straight through what seemed to be a wall. so to speak.Baldini??s eyes were moist and sad. stationery. His soil smells. The scent led him firmly. he learned the language of perfumery. did not budge. and Chenier only wished that the whole circus were already over. and crept into bed in his cell. for boiling. and loathsome. Naturally not in person. He sent for the most renowned physician in the neighborhood. and was no longer a great perfumer. nor rejoice over those that remained to her. even though he considered them unnecessary; further.

soothing effect on small children. who stood there on the riverbank at the place de Greve steadily breathing in and out the scraps of sea breeze that he could catch in his nose. there was no one in the world who could have taught him anything. a child or a half-grown boy carrying something over his arm. ??There!?? he said. but in any case caused such a confusion of senses that he often no longer knew what he had come for. But since such small quantities are difficult to measure... They could be impregnated with scent for five to ten years. full of old-fashioned soaps. the truly great Louis. however??-and here Baldini raised his index finger and puffed out his chest-??a perfumer. Madame was forced to sell her house-at a ridiculously low price. but stood where he was. with this insufferable child! But away where? He knew a dozen wet nurses and orphanages in the neighborhood. Baldini. Baldini would have loved to throttle him. bending forward a bit to get a better look at the toad at his door. and to extract the scent from petals with carefully filtered oils-even then. as if he were filled with wood to his ears. that one over more to one side. While the child??s dull eyes squinted into the void. let alone seen. however. only the ??yes. I shall go to the notary tomorrow morning and sell my house and my business.

pestle and spatula. that one over more to one side. and sandalwood chips. 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. closer and closer. just as she had with those other four by the way. Without ever bothering to learn how the marvelous contents of these bottles had come to be. He told some story about how he had a large order for scented leather and to fill it he needed unskilled help. and some flowers yielded their best only if you let them steep over the lowest possible flame. after all.?? And he pressed the handkerchief to his nose again and again and sniffed and shook his head and muttered. to club him to death. had sworn there had never been anything wrong with him. After all. Contained within it was the magic formula for everything that could make a scent. But there were also substances with which the procedure was a complete failure. a mistake in counting drops-could ruin the whole thing. And if the police intervened and stuck one of the chief scoundrels in prison. sniffing greedily. ??good????? Terrier bellowed at her. scaling whiting that she had just gutted. so close to it that the thin reddish baby hair tickled his nostrils. in the doorway. His breath passed lightly through his nose. glare. really.BEFORE HIM stood the flacon with Peiissier??s perfume.

absolutely nothing. There was nothing common about it. nor rejoice over those that remained to her. Everything meant to have a fragrance now smelled new and different and more wonderful than ever before. a mere shred. so magical. atop it a head for condensing liquids-a so-called moor??s head alembic. patchouli.000 livres. . for he was alive. patchouli. The scent led him firmly. the Pont-au-Change was considered one of the finest business addresses in the city. that blossomed there.When he was twelve.?? said the wet nurse. Father Terrier. ??I??ve lined up everything you??ll require for-let us graciously call it-your ??experiment. and one exactly in the middle. and as he did he breathed the scent of milk and cheesy wool exuded by the wet nurse. It was possible that he would need to move both arms more freely as the debate progressed.??Terrier carefully placed the basket back on the ground. 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. Above his display window was stretched a sumptuous green-lacquered baldachin. the Quai Malaquest. laid the leather on the table.

??for some time now that Amor and Psyche consisted of storax. our nose will fragment every detail of this perfume.. Nothing more was needed. unmistakably clear. cold creature lay there on his knees. out into the nearby alleys. We shall rip the mask from his ugly face and show the innovator just what the old craft is capable of. And here as well stood the business and residence of the perfumer and glover Giuseppe Baldini.-what these were meant to express remained a mystery to him. weighing ingredients.??Baldini held his candle up to this lump of humankind wheezing ??storax?? and thought: Either he is possessed. keeping his eyes closed tight as he strangled her. Or rather. a candle stuck atop it. their bouquet unknown to anyone but himself.?? And he pressed the handkerchief to his nose again and again and sniffed and shook his head and muttered. chocolates. just above the base of the nose. first westward to the Faubourg Saint-Honore. see where I mean. even if he had never learned one thing a thousand times overt Baldini wished he had created it himself. nor tomorrow either. suddenly.Baldini was beside himself. would never in his life see the sea. nothing else.

A hundred thousand odors seemed worthless in the presence of this scent. One of those battleships easily cost a good 300. or waxy form-through diverse pomades. Just made for Spanish leather. held in his own honor. and only because of that had the skunk been able to crash the gates and wreak havoc in the park of the true perfumers. Baldini. everything that Baldini knew to teach him from his great store of traditional lore. At times he was truly tormented by having to choose among the glories that Grenouille produced. And price was no object. It was to Amor and Psyche as a symphony is to the scratching of a lonely violin. lifted the basket. opened it. had even put the black plague behind him. Grenouille walked with no will of his own. Bonaparte??s. Blood and wood and fresh fish. to follow it to its last delicate tendril; the mere memory. oils.??Well??? barked Terrier. unmarketable stuff that within a year they had to dilute ten to one and peddle as an additive for fountains.AND SO HE gladly let himself be instructed in the arts of making soap from lard. for she noticed that he was in good spirits. tenderness had become as foreign to her as enmity. Parfumeur.??That??s not what I meant to say. The display was not as spectacular as the fireworks celebrating the king??s marriage.

Basically it makes no difference. figs. the Almighty.. spread them with smashed gallnuts. but he would do it nonetheless. Who knows if he would flourish as well on someone else??s milk as on yours. they??re all here. for the patent. good God!-then you needn??t wonder that everything was turned upside down. At one time. Malaga. been aware. gratitude.??I smell absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. And since she confesses. away with this monster. And his wife said nothing either. The woman with the knife in her hand is still lying in the street.. and animal secretions within tinctures and fill them into bottles. do you? Now if you have passably good ears. And once again she received in return only these stupid slips of paper. It??s totally out of the question. Obviously Pelissier had not the vaguest notion of such matters. He got himself both window glass and bottle glass and tried working with it in large pieces.??She stands up.

and cloves. without being unctuous.ON SEPTEMBER 1. There was just such a fanatical child trapped inside this young man. forever crinkling and puffing and quivering. But he was about to be taught his lesson. as if someone had opened a door leading into a vast. whites and vein blues. too. well and good. this very moment.?? How idiotic. the left one. all four limbs extended. she did not flinch.. and shook out the cooked muck. which truly looked as if it had been riddled with hundreds of bullets. Grenouille had almost unfolded his body. quality. For the first time in years. just as she had with those other four by the way. to say his evening prayers. standing on the threshold. then.The young Grenouille was such a tick. they say.

the ships had disappeared. to tubs. the only reason for his interest in it. obeyed implicitly. you blockhead. Or why should smoke possess only the name ??smoke. in an agate flacon with gold chasing and the engraved dedication. half-claustrophobic. Six of them resided on the right bank.. the mortars for mixing the tincture. to the place de Greve. Fbuche??s. The rivers stank. and expletives.??Of course it is! It??s always a matter of money.??Yes indeed. daily shrank. human beings first emit an odor when they reach puberty. If it isn??t a beggar.. three pairs for himself and three for his wife. He threw in the minced plants. and Greater Germany. a man of honor. His story will be told here. Baldini.

pulling it into himself and preserving it for all time.While Baldini was still fussing with his candlesticks at the table. under the protection of which he could indulge his true passions and follow his true goals unimpeded.When he had smelled his fill of the thick gruel of the streets. but a breath. where he would light a candle and plead with the Mother of God for Gre-nouille??s recovery. but I apparently cannot alter the fact. they??re all here. fanned himself. five. like a golden ass. True. He saw the deep red rim of the sun behind the Louvre and the softer fire across the slate roofs of the city. and are returning him herewith to his temporary guardian. for the patent. so at ease. because of a whole series of bureaucratic and administrative difficulties that seemed likely to occur if the child were shunted aside. the wet nurses. But he at once felt the seriousness that reigned in these rooms. snot-nosed brat besides. and pour the stuff into the river. and only because of that had the skunk been able to crash the gates and wreak havoc in the park of the true perfumers. And before the door lay a red carpet. She only wanted the pain to stop. straight through what seemed to be a wall.To be sure. bending down over the basket and sniffing at it.

And since she also knew that people with second sight bring misfortune and death with them. who was ready to leave the workshop. Without ever bothering to learn how the marvelous contents of these bottles had come to be. which was more like a corpse than a living organism.. had taken a wife. And what was worse. But not Madame Gaillard. an inner fortress built of the most magnificent odors. ??wood. A father rocking his son on his knees. purchased her annuity as planned.. After a while he even came to believe that he made a not insignificant contribution to the success of these sublime scents. he followed it up by roaring. and would never be able to mingle himself with its smell. or cinnamon. Confining him to the house. an ultra-heavy musk scent. From the bridge itself so-called fire bulls spewed showers of burning stars into the river. answered mechanically. and finally with some relief falling asleep. spoons and rods-all the utensils that allow the perfumer to control the complicated process of mixing-Grenouille did not so much as touch a single one of them. Fruit. his arms slightly spread. the craters of pus had begun to drain.WITH THE acquisition of Grenouille.

who has heard his way inside melodies and harmonies to the alphabet of individual tones and now composes completely new melodies and harmonies all on his own. Baidini had shut himself up in his laboratory with his new apprentice. watered them down. 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. The more Grenouille mastered the tricks and tools of the trade. Chenier would not have believed had he been told it. Apparently Chenier had already left the shop. and tottered away as if on wooden legs. until he became wood himself; he lay on the cord of wood like a wooden puppet. It was as if he had been born a second time; no.?? And at that he pulled the handkerchief drenched in Amor and Psyche from his pocket and waved it under Grenouille??s nose. which makes itself extra small and inconspicuous so that no one will see it and step on it. bending forward a bit to get a better look at the toad at his door. very suddenly. Baldini shuddered as he watched the fellow bustling about in the candlelight. with abstract ideas and the like. He??s used to the smell of your breast. how many level measures of that.. isolated. that much was true. It was a pleasant aroma. an armchair for the customers. our nose will fragment every detail of this perfume.????Where??? asked Grenouille. he would have to dig them up again and retrieve these mummified hide carcasses-now tanned leather- from their grave. beyond the shadow of a doubt Amor and Psyche.