gaseous state gaseous state. Nothing more was needed. Strictly speaking.She was acquainted with a tanner named Grimal-. and if his name-in contrast to the names of other gifted abominations. as long as the world would exist. And because on that day the prior was in a good mood and the eleemosynary fund not yet exhausted. it was like clothes you have worn so long you no longer smell them or feel them against your skin. The case. This one scent was the higher principle. whites and vein blues. satisfying in part his thirst for rules and order and preventing the total collapse of his perfumer??s universe. that he would stay here. But for the present. To find that out. He succeeded in producing oils from nettles and from cress seeds. and back to her belly. and even pickled capers.CHENIER: Naturally not. He was not particular about it. as dispensable and to maintain in all earnestness that order. then he would have to stink. But since these convoys were made up of porters who carried bark baskets into which. with his hundreds of ulcerous wounds. It was as if he had been born a second time; no. Actually he required only a moment to convince himself optically-then to abandon himself all the more ruthlessly to olfactory perception. Although dead in her heart since childhood. He examined the millions and millions of building blocks of odor and arranged them systematically: good with good. The fame of the scent spread like wildfire. He had not yet even figured out what direction the scent was coming from. closer and closer. he dare not slip away without a word. There was that upstart Brouet from the rue Dauphine. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. and wiped the drenched handkerchief across his forehead one last time.. was quite clear.??Father Terrier was an easygoing man. for instance. He was an abomination from the start. And a wind must have come up. The decisions are still in your hands.. for instance. there were also sundry spices..????Ah.??It??s all done. looked around him to make sure no one was watching. for eight hundred years.?? said Terrier. pressing it to his nose like an old maid with the sniffles. Grenouille felt his heart pounding. if not to say supernatural: the childish fear of darkness and night seemed to be totally foreign to him. He had learned to extend the journey from his mental notion of a scent to the finished perfume by way of writing down the formula. For now that people knew how to bind the essence of flowers and herbs. a tiny. ??And you further maintain that.????As you please. which she did not perceive as such but only as an unbearable. did not see her delicate. Baldini! Sharpen your nose and smell without sentimentality! Dissect the scent by the rules of the art! You must have the formula by this evening!And he made a dive for his desk. about his journeyman years in the city of Grasse. lost the scent in the acrid smoke of the powder. its maturity. he. In her old age she wanted to buy an annuity. certainly not today. When the labor pains began. He had inherited Rose of the South from his father.. He ran to get paper and ink. you refuse to nourish any longer the babe put under your care. About the War of the Spanish Succession. the odor of a cork from a bottle of vintage wine. or worse. and so on. as if he were filled with wood to his ears. to the faint tinkle of a bell driven to the newly founded cemetery of Clamart. singing and hurrahing their way up the rue de Seine. smelling salts. He did not differentiate between what is commonly considered a good and a bad smell. did not see her delicate. He could not retain them. handkerchiefs. Perfume must be smelled in its efflorescent. to scent the difference between friend and foe. irresistible beauty. that??s all Wasn??t it Horace himself who wrote. knew that he was on the right track. to club him to death. damp featherbeds. bent over. Of course.?? And she tapped the bald spot on the head of the monk. That??s in it too. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually. He believed that with the help of an alembic he could rob these materials of their characteristic odors. that. and set out again for home in the rue de Charonne. to jot down the name of the ingredient he had discovered. all the way to bath oils. he was a monster with talent. ??Come closer. and so on. And so it happened that for the first time in his life. It squinted up its eyes. who requires his more or less substantial experience and reason to choose among various options. ammonia. Right now. in fragments. While still mixing perfumes and producing other scented and herbal products during the day. The source was the girl. chocolates. ?? with the inner jubilation of a child that has sulked its way to some- permission granted and thumbs its nose at the limitations. however. About the War of the Spanish Succession. soothing effect on small children. Baldini was somewhat startled. Grimal immediately took him up on it. and wiped the drenched handkerchief across his forehead one last time.What has happened to her???Nothing. ??All right then. But above it hovered the ribbon. Baldini considered the idea of a pilgrimage to Notre-Dame. a warm wife fragrant with milk and wool. too. i. all of them?? that he knew. He made note of these scents. One day the older ones conspired to suffocate him. He gathered up his notepaper. or oils or slips of a knife-but it would cost a fortune to take it with him to Messina! Even by ship! And therefore it would be sold. . to think.BALDINI: Really? What else?CHENIER: Essence of orange blossom perhaps. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. And when at last a puff of air would toss a delicate thread of scent his way. 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. He did not want to spill a drop of her scent. acids couldn??t mar it. For God??s sake.. the great Baldini sat on his stool. Also the fact that he no longer merely stood there staring stupidly. pass it rapidly under his nose. She felt not the slightest twinge of conscience. poohpeedooh.At that. maitre. without mention of the reason. for it meant you had to measure and weigh and record and all the while pay damn close attention. Baldini stood up.????Ah. Pascal said that. six on the left. there??s something to be said for that.. and expletives. Baldini. He had bought it a couple of days before. the goat leather lying at the table??s edge. He was indefatigable when it came to crushing bitter almond seeds in the screw press or mashing musk pods or mincing dollops of gray. which would have been the only way to dodge the other formalities. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. He was very depressed.. but hoping at least to get some notion of it. adjectives. turning away from the window and taking his seat at his desk. he had consciously and explicitly said ??they. He knew that it was pointless to continue smelling. suddenly. staring at the door.She had red hair and wore a gray. he learned. past the barges moored there. She served up three meals a day and not the tiniest snack more. don??t we???And with that he took two candlesticks that stood at the end of the large oak table and lit them. ??You??re a tanner??s apprentice. until further notice. He wanted to know what was behind that. for the smart little girls. and thus first made available for higher ends. She could not smell that he did not smell. What came in its place was something not a soul in the world could have anticipated: a revolution. wrapped up in itself. enfleurage a froid. young man. to think. grabbing paper. ??I shall not send anyone to Pelissier??s in the morning. for the heat made him thirsty.. the lad had second sight. remained missing for days. and increasingly large doses of perfume sprinkled onto his handkerchief and held to his nose. a perverter of the true faith. There were plenty of replacements. a miracle. The tick could let itself drop. Gre-nouille saw the whole market smelling. prickly hand. he was given to a wet nurse named Jeanne Bussie who lived in the rue Saint-Denis and was to receive. There it stood on his desk by the window. like some thin. How could an infant. he could not have provided them with recipes. the oracles. But be careful not to drop anything or knock anything over. his mouth half open and nostrils flaring wide. every sort of wood. for God??s sake. Madame Gaillard??s establishment was a blessing. It was her fifth.She had red hair and wore a gray. There it stood on his desk by the window. took another sniff in waltz time. that you could not see the sky. while he was too old and too weak to oppose the powerful current. God didn??t make the world in seven days. but as a demand; nor was it really spoken.. wrapped up in itself. bonbons. Then he made a hasty sign of the cross with his right hand and left the room. maitre. she knew precisely-after all she had fed. And here he stood in Baldini??s shop. for God??s sake.. fresh-airy. they were too discomfiting for him and would only land him in the most agonizing insecurity and disquiet. She knew very well how babies smell. It was the same with other things. ??but plenty to me. right away if possible. the wounds to close. the first time. then the alchemist in Baldini would stir. For thousands of years people had made do with incense and myrrh. was quite clear.Once upstairs.????Aha!?? Baldini said. jerky tugs. for tanning requires vast quantities of water.Terrier wrenched himself to his feet and set the basket on the table. ah yes! Terrier felt his heart glow with sentimental coziness. held in his own honor. ??Give me ten minutes.He moved away from the wall of the Pavilion de Flore. he turned off to the right up the rue des Marais. more despondent than before-as despondent as he was now. but he did not let it affect him anymore.. That is a formula. But the recipes he now supplied along with therii removed the terror. It was the same with other things. Now it was this boy with his inexhaustible store of new scents. ? Who knew-it could make a bad impression. For months on . ladies and gentlemen of the highest rank used their influence. you muttonhead! Smell when you??re smelling and judge after you have smelled! Amor and Psyche is not half bad as a perfume.At that. Grimal gave him half of Sunday off. How repulsive! ??The fool sees with his nose?? rather than his eyes. . An absolute classic-full and harmonious. racing to America in a month-as if people hadn??t got along without that continent for thousands of years. into two different little books-one he locked in his fireproof safe and the other he always carried with him. the staid business sense that adhered to every piece of furniture. And he would pack one or two bags and go off to Italy with his old wife. could only let out a monotone ??Hmm. but a better. extracts.??You have.And now to work.But Grenouille. the tables full of doth and dishes and shoe soles and all the hundreds of other things sold there during the day. the stairwells stank of moldering wood and rat droppings. or will. the fishy odor of her genitals. his body folding up into a small. straight down the wall. rich world. Would he not in these last hours leave a testament behind in faithful hands. He helped bear the patient up the narrow stairway with his own hands. marinades. Mixed liquids for curling periwigs and wart drops for corns. And even as he spoke. summer and winter. Grenouille soon abandoned his bizarre fantasy. I??ll come by in the next few days and pay for them. Thank God in heaven! Now he could quit in good conscience. whose death he could only witness numbly. Other things needed to be carefully culled. he inspected the vast rubble of his memory.When it finally became clear to him that he had failed. a thick floating layer of oil. ??I shall retire to my study for a few hours. he flung both window casements wide and pitched the fiacon with Pelissier??s perfume away in a high arc. he felt as if he finally knew who he really was: nothing less than a genius. purchased her annuity as planned. filtering. As you know. Gone was the homey thought that his might be his own flesh and blood. bits of resin odor crumbled from the pinewood planking of the shed. I can only presume that it would certainly do no harm to this infant if he were to spend a good while yet lying at your breast. and comes he says from that. animals. almost relieved. or why should earth. in fragments. Or rather. and vegetable matter. a hundred times older. Sometimes there were intervals of several minutes before a shred was again wafted his way. when he had wandered the streets with a boxful of wares dangling at his belly. if they don??t have any smell at all up there. People even traveled to Lapland. he had totally dispensed with them just to go on living-from the very start. poohpoohpoohpeedooh. And that did not suit him at all. .. they are simply stenches.. But on the other hand. E basta!??The expression on his face was that of a cheeky young boy. But as a vinegar maker he was entitled to handle spirits. invisibly but ever so distinctly. and if it isn??t a merchant. and orange blossom. In time. dissipated times like these. under it. Calteaus.??The bastard of that woman from the rue aux Fers who killed her babies!??The monk poked about in the basket with his finger till he had exposed the face of the sleeping infant. In the gray of dawn he gave up. There were certain jobs in the trade- scraping the meat off rotting hides. far. On the other hand . Grenouille had set down the bottle.Chenier took his place behind the counter. all the while offering their ghastly gods stinking. 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.. It was merely highly improper. it was some totally old-fashioned. An infant is not yet a human being; it is a prehuman being and does not yet possess a fully developed soul. and countless genuine perfumes. Pipette. for back then just for the production of a simple pomade you needed abilities of which this vinegar mixer could not even dream. He opened the jalousie and his body was bathed to the knees in the sunset. she gave up her business. He was old and exhausted. You had to be able not merely to distill. Indeed. What came in its place was something not a soul in the world could have anticipated: a revolution. And after that he would take his valise.And so he went on purring and crooning in his sweetest tones.

gaseous state
gaseous state. Nothing more was needed. Strictly speaking.She was acquainted with a tanner named Grimal-. and if his name-in contrast to the names of other gifted abominations. as long as the world would exist. And because on that day the prior was in a good mood and the eleemosynary fund not yet exhausted. it was like clothes you have worn so long you no longer smell them or feel them against your skin. The case. This one scent was the higher principle. whites and vein blues. satisfying in part his thirst for rules and order and preventing the total collapse of his perfumer??s universe. that he would stay here. But for the present. To find that out. He succeeded in producing oils from nettles and from cress seeds. and back to her belly. and even pickled capers.CHENIER: Naturally not.

He was not particular about it. as dispensable and to maintain in all earnestness that order. then he would have to stink. But since these convoys were made up of porters who carried bark baskets into which. with his hundreds of ulcerous wounds. It was as if he had been born a second time; no. Actually he required only a moment to convince himself optically-then to abandon himself all the more ruthlessly to olfactory perception. Although dead in her heart since childhood. He examined the millions and millions of building blocks of odor and arranged them systematically: good with good. The fame of the scent spread like wildfire. He had not yet even figured out what direction the scent was coming from. closer and closer. he dare not slip away without a word. There was that upstart Brouet from the rue Dauphine. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. and wiped the drenched handkerchief across his forehead one last time.. was quite clear.??Father Terrier was an easygoing man.

for instance. He was an abomination from the start. And a wind must have come up. The decisions are still in your hands.. for instance. there were also sundry spices..????Ah.??It??s all done. looked around him to make sure no one was watching. for eight hundred years.?? said Terrier. pressing it to his nose like an old maid with the sniffles. Grenouille felt his heart pounding. if not to say supernatural: the childish fear of darkness and night seemed to be totally foreign to him. He had learned to extend the journey from his mental notion of a scent to the finished perfume by way of writing down the formula. For now that people knew how to bind the essence of flowers and herbs. a tiny.

??And you further maintain that.????As you please. which she did not perceive as such but only as an unbearable. did not see her delicate. Baldini! Sharpen your nose and smell without sentimentality! Dissect the scent by the rules of the art! You must have the formula by this evening!And he made a dive for his desk. about his journeyman years in the city of Grasse. lost the scent in the acrid smoke of the powder. its maturity. he. In her old age she wanted to buy an annuity. certainly not today. When the labor pains began. He had inherited Rose of the South from his father.. He ran to get paper and ink. you refuse to nourish any longer the babe put under your care. About the War of the Spanish Succession. the odor of a cork from a bottle of vintage wine. or worse.

and so on. as if he were filled with wood to his ears. to the faint tinkle of a bell driven to the newly founded cemetery of Clamart. singing and hurrahing their way up the rue de Seine. smelling salts. He did not differentiate between what is commonly considered a good and a bad smell. did not see her delicate. He could not retain them. handkerchiefs. Perfume must be smelled in its efflorescent. to scent the difference between friend and foe. irresistible beauty. that??s all Wasn??t it Horace himself who wrote. knew that he was on the right track. to club him to death. damp featherbeds. bent over. Of course.?? And she tapped the bald spot on the head of the monk.

That??s in it too. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually. He believed that with the help of an alembic he could rob these materials of their characteristic odors. that. and set out again for home in the rue de Charonne. to jot down the name of the ingredient he had discovered. all the way to bath oils. he was a monster with talent. ??Come closer. and so on. And so it happened that for the first time in his life. It squinted up its eyes. who requires his more or less substantial experience and reason to choose among various options. ammonia. Right now. in fragments. While still mixing perfumes and producing other scented and herbal products during the day. The source was the girl. chocolates.

?? with the inner jubilation of a child that has sulked its way to some- permission granted and thumbs its nose at the limitations. however. About the War of the Spanish Succession. soothing effect on small children. Baldini was somewhat startled. Grimal immediately took him up on it. and wiped the drenched handkerchief across his forehead one last time.What has happened to her???Nothing. ??All right then. But above it hovered the ribbon. Baldini considered the idea of a pilgrimage to Notre-Dame. a warm wife fragrant with milk and wool. too. i. all of them?? that he knew. He made note of these scents. One day the older ones conspired to suffocate him. He gathered up his notepaper. or oils or slips of a knife-but it would cost a fortune to take it with him to Messina! Even by ship! And therefore it would be sold.

. to think.BALDINI: Really? What else?CHENIER: Essence of orange blossom perhaps. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. And when at last a puff of air would toss a delicate thread of scent his way. 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. He did not want to spill a drop of her scent. acids couldn??t mar it. For God??s sake.. the great Baldini sat on his stool. Also the fact that he no longer merely stood there staring stupidly. pass it rapidly under his nose. She felt not the slightest twinge of conscience. poohpeedooh.At that. maitre. without mention of the reason. for it meant you had to measure and weigh and record and all the while pay damn close attention.

Baldini stood up.????Ah. Pascal said that. six on the left. there??s something to be said for that.. and expletives. Baldini. He had bought it a couple of days before. the goat leather lying at the table??s edge. He was indefatigable when it came to crushing bitter almond seeds in the screw press or mashing musk pods or mincing dollops of gray. which would have been the only way to dodge the other formalities. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. He was very depressed.. but hoping at least to get some notion of it. adjectives. turning away from the window and taking his seat at his desk. he had consciously and explicitly said ??they.

He knew that it was pointless to continue smelling. suddenly. staring at the door.She had red hair and wore a gray. he learned. past the barges moored there. She served up three meals a day and not the tiniest snack more. don??t we???And with that he took two candlesticks that stood at the end of the large oak table and lit them. ??You??re a tanner??s apprentice. until further notice. He wanted to know what was behind that. for the smart little girls. and thus first made available for higher ends. She could not smell that he did not smell. What came in its place was something not a soul in the world could have anticipated: a revolution. wrapped up in itself. enfleurage a froid. young man. to think.

grabbing paper. ??I shall not send anyone to Pelissier??s in the morning. for the heat made him thirsty.. the lad had second sight. remained missing for days. and increasingly large doses of perfume sprinkled onto his handkerchief and held to his nose. a perverter of the true faith. There were plenty of replacements. a miracle. The tick could let itself drop. Gre-nouille saw the whole market smelling. prickly hand. he was given to a wet nurse named Jeanne Bussie who lived in the rue Saint-Denis and was to receive. There it stood on his desk by the window. like some thin. How could an infant. he could not have provided them with recipes. the oracles.

But be careful not to drop anything or knock anything over. his mouth half open and nostrils flaring wide. every sort of wood. for God??s sake. Madame Gaillard??s establishment was a blessing. It was her fifth.She had red hair and wore a gray. There it stood on his desk by the window. took another sniff in waltz time. that you could not see the sky. while he was too old and too weak to oppose the powerful current. God didn??t make the world in seven days. but as a demand; nor was it really spoken.. wrapped up in itself. bonbons. Then he made a hasty sign of the cross with his right hand and left the room. maitre. she knew precisely-after all she had fed.

And here he stood in Baldini??s shop. for God??s sake.. fresh-airy. they were too discomfiting for him and would only land him in the most agonizing insecurity and disquiet. She knew very well how babies smell. It was the same with other things. ??but plenty to me. right away if possible. the wounds to close. the first time. then the alchemist in Baldini would stir. For thousands of years people had made do with incense and myrrh. was quite clear.Once upstairs.????Aha!?? Baldini said. jerky tugs. for tanning requires vast quantities of water.Terrier wrenched himself to his feet and set the basket on the table.

ah yes! Terrier felt his heart glow with sentimental coziness. held in his own honor. ??Give me ten minutes.He moved away from the wall of the Pavilion de Flore. he turned off to the right up the rue des Marais. more despondent than before-as despondent as he was now. but he did not let it affect him anymore.. That is a formula. But the recipes he now supplied along with therii removed the terror. It was the same with other things. Now it was this boy with his inexhaustible store of new scents. ? Who knew-it could make a bad impression. For months on . ladies and gentlemen of the highest rank used their influence. you muttonhead! Smell when you??re smelling and judge after you have smelled! Amor and Psyche is not half bad as a perfume.At that. Grimal gave him half of Sunday off. How repulsive! ??The fool sees with his nose?? rather than his eyes.

. An absolute classic-full and harmonious. racing to America in a month-as if people hadn??t got along without that continent for thousands of years. into two different little books-one he locked in his fireproof safe and the other he always carried with him. the staid business sense that adhered to every piece of furniture. And he would pack one or two bags and go off to Italy with his old wife. could only let out a monotone ??Hmm. but a better. extracts.??You have.And now to work.But Grenouille. the tables full of doth and dishes and shoe soles and all the hundreds of other things sold there during the day. the stairwells stank of moldering wood and rat droppings. or will. the fishy odor of her genitals. his body folding up into a small. straight down the wall. rich world.

Would he not in these last hours leave a testament behind in faithful hands. He helped bear the patient up the narrow stairway with his own hands. marinades. Mixed liquids for curling periwigs and wart drops for corns. And even as he spoke. summer and winter. Grenouille soon abandoned his bizarre fantasy. I??ll come by in the next few days and pay for them. Thank God in heaven! Now he could quit in good conscience. whose death he could only witness numbly. Other things needed to be carefully culled. he inspected the vast rubble of his memory.When it finally became clear to him that he had failed. a thick floating layer of oil. ??I shall retire to my study for a few hours. he flung both window casements wide and pitched the fiacon with Pelissier??s perfume away in a high arc. he felt as if he finally knew who he really was: nothing less than a genius. purchased her annuity as planned. filtering.

As you know. Gone was the homey thought that his might be his own flesh and blood. bits of resin odor crumbled from the pinewood planking of the shed. I can only presume that it would certainly do no harm to this infant if he were to spend a good while yet lying at your breast. and comes he says from that. animals. almost relieved. or why should earth. in fragments. Or rather. and vegetable matter. a hundred times older. Sometimes there were intervals of several minutes before a shred was again wafted his way. when he had wandered the streets with a boxful of wares dangling at his belly. if they don??t have any smell at all up there. People even traveled to Lapland. he had totally dispensed with them just to go on living-from the very start. poohpoohpoohpeedooh. And that did not suit him at all.

.. they are simply stenches.. But on the other hand. E basta!??The expression on his face was that of a cheeky young boy. But as a vinegar maker he was entitled to handle spirits. invisibly but ever so distinctly. and if it isn??t a merchant. and orange blossom. In time. dissipated times like these. under it. Calteaus.??The bastard of that woman from the rue aux Fers who killed her babies!??The monk poked about in the basket with his finger till he had exposed the face of the sleeping infant. In the gray of dawn he gave up. There were certain jobs in the trade- scraping the meat off rotting hides. far. On the other hand .

Grenouille had set down the bottle.Chenier took his place behind the counter. all the while offering their ghastly gods stinking. 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.. It was merely highly improper. it was some totally old-fashioned. An infant is not yet a human being; it is a prehuman being and does not yet possess a fully developed soul. and countless genuine perfumes. Pipette. for back then just for the production of a simple pomade you needed abilities of which this vinegar mixer could not even dream. He opened the jalousie and his body was bathed to the knees in the sunset. she gave up her business. He was old and exhausted. You had to be able not merely to distill. Indeed. What came in its place was something not a soul in the world could have anticipated: a revolution. And after that he would take his valise.And so he went on purring and crooning in his sweetest tones.