Jean-Baptiste Grenouille

“Grenouille no longer wanted to go somewhere, but only to go away, away from human beings”

“He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.”

“He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself.”

A garden. It was not easy to catch the delicate scents of the garden, for they came only in thin ribbons from over the house gables and down into the street. He discerned magnolia, hyacinth, daphne and rhododendron.The scents of the garden descended upon him, their contours as precise and clear as the coloured bands of a rainbow.

Scent

Milk. The white drink Madame Gaillard served her wards each day. Why was it designated uniformly as milk, when it smelled and tasted completely different every morning depending on how warm it was, which cow it had come from, what the cow had been eating, how much cream had been left in it and so on...

“For he had only one concern - not to lose the least trace of her scent”

The Sea. The sea smelled like a sail who’s billows had caught up the water, salt and a cold sun. It had a simple smell, the sea, but at the same time it smelled immense and unique, so much so that he hesitated to dissect the odors into fishy, salty, watery, seaweedy, fresh-airy and so on. 

*inhale*

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