Hungersnot - Kapitel 31
Then autumn and winter arrived. The factory gradually became clean. The fragrance of flowers was stored in bottles of locust trees and perfume.
Inside, in the basement, if the lady didn't want to separate this or that balm, or had a bag of them distilled.
Spices? That leaves little to do. Olives, though, are plentiful, several full baskets a week. They extract the pure oil...
The oil was extracted from the olives, and the remainder was sent to the oil press. As for the wine, Grenouille distilled a portion of it.
It is then refined and further distilled.
Drew is becoming increasingly rare in public. He's in bed with his wife, doing his thing, if he reeks of sweat and semen.
The aroma wafted, but it was all for the sake of going to the "Four Heirs to the Throne" tavern. The lady rarely came down. She was busy with her own...
He was preoccupied with his property affairs and altering clothes for her to wear after her year-long mourning period. For several days in a row, Grenouille often...
I only received the food from the maid at noon and bread and olives in the evening. Besides the maid, I didn't see anyone else.
I saw him. He almost never went out. He did participate in group activities, especially regular gatherings and marches.
He was so frequent that his presence or absence went unnoticed. He had no friends or acquaintances, but he...
But he was careful not to be seen as arrogant or lonely. He made his colleagues think he was...
Socializing was bland and yielded little benefit. He was spreading the message of idleness and playing the fool.
He is a master in terms of skill—but never overdoes it, lest others make fun of him or treat him as an amateur.
The rude Fan Xing joked about the victims, successfully making people think he was a completely boring person. People never hit him.
Disrupt him; that's all he wants.
He spent his time in the workshop. He told Drew that he wanted to invent a formula for a cologne perfume. But...
He was actually experimenting with completely different perfumes. The perfumes he had previously formulated in Montpellier, though used very...
The province. It's already used up. He designed a new perfume. But this time he was no longer satisfied with hastily mixed ones.
The materials he combined barely managed to mimic the basic scent of a human, but he harbored this ambition: to obtain a...
The scent of a person, or more precisely, the scent of many people.
At first, he created an inconspicuous scent for himself, one that always appeared as a piece of clothing.
The scent on its body, while still retaining a human-like, cheesy sourness, seemed to be emanating from a thick layer draped over a withered old man.
The scent of linen and wool clothing worn by a person is what permeates the air. If he possesses such a fragrance, he can be happy...
Go among people. This perfume is enough to signal a person's presence through smell, yet it is inconspicuous.
So that it wouldn't bother anyone. Grenouille was originally odorless, but now wherever he appears...
There's always a hint of this perfume, whether at my home in Alnoufi or sometimes while strolling through the city.
The scent of this perfume is just right.
In some situations, a lack of odor is certainly a disadvantage. If he is ordered by Drew to go out and handle some matters,
Or, if you want to buy some civet cat incense or a few civet cat pills from a vendor, the following situation might occur:
Because he was inconspicuous, he was either completely ignored and no one received him, or people saw him but...
The service was either poor, or he was simply forgotten during the service. For these reasons, he created a unique flavor for himself.
Some people wear strong, slightly sweaty colognes, which make him appear rather rough and give the impression that...
He had to hurry; he had urgent business to attend to. He used a paste made from fresh duck eggs and fermented flour to coat the greased...
The linen had a fragrance that mimicked the scent of Drew's semen, which was a success and attracted some attention.
Another perfume in his collection exudes a sympathetic scent, proven effective among middle-aged and older women.
Yes. The scent smells quite like thin milk and clean cork. Grenouille used this perfume—even though...
He was disheveled, his face gloomy, and he wore an overcoat—like someone wearing a tattered coat. He looked pale, as if he were relying on charity.
He was a poor boy. When the women at the market noticed his disheveled appearance, they gave him some hard-shelled fruit and dried pears.
They found him to be extremely hungry and destitute. The butcher's wife was originally a very fierce and ugly old woman.
She even allowed him to choose the rotten leftover meat and bones to take away for free, because the innocent smell touched her heart.
His maternal heart. He used the leftovers to boil directly with alcohol, and obtained a key ingredient for the aroma.
He uses this scent when he wants to be alone and avoid contact with others. This scent creates a [positive effect/complexity] around him.
There was a repulsive atmosphere, like the putrid smell of someone waking up from a stale, dirty mouth. Old Man Pride
The scent of perfume has become less noticeable since then, even those who aren't particularly sensitive to it have avoided it, and now they go outdoors for some fresh air.
He wasn't fully aware of what it was that he found so repulsive. He put a few drops of this insect repellent on his small...
The threshold of the house is enough to keep out any intruders—humans or animals.
He changes his scent like he changes clothes according to external needs, and these scents allow him to remain undisturbed in the human world.
Disturbance, concealing its true nature. Protected by these different scents, Grenouille devoted all his energy to...
His practical, passionate pursuit: the keen detection of all kinds of fragrances. Because he had a grand goal, and also...
For more than a year, he not only acted with great enthusiasm, but also planned and systematically developed himself.
He honed his weapons to a high level, refined his skills, and gradually perfected his methods. He began his journey in Pakistan.
The unfinished work at Erdini's place began with inanimate materials such as stone, metal, glass, wood, salt, water, and air.
Extract fragrance from objects.
At the time, simple distillation methods failed, but now success has been achieved thanks to the remarkable adsorption properties of oils.
For several days in a row, Grenouille smeared cow fat on the brass spherical doorknob; he liked its cool, smooth feel.
The smell was musty. You see, when he scraped off the grease to examine it, he smelled the spherical doorknob.
Although the amount was extremely small, it was very noticeable. Even after rinsing with alcohol, the odor remained, very strong.
Soft and distant, veiled by the mist of alcohol, it could probably only be detected by Grenouille's keen nose.
—But it is indeed there, meaning it is at least within reach in principle. If he had ten thousand balls…
He would spend a thousand days greasing the shaped door handle, and then he could make a tiny drop of incense from the brass spherical door handle.
The fragrance is so rich that it makes everyone who smells it involuntarily imagine its original scent.
Similarly, he used a stone he had lifted from the olive grove in front of his cabin to conduct an experiment on the smell of porous calcium.
He succeeded. He extracted a fragrance, obtaining a small piece of stone balsam, whose infinitely subtle aroma made...
He was overjoyed. He compared this scent with other scents he had absorbed from all the objects around his house.
Together, they gradually produced a miniature perfume, imbued with the scent of the olive grove behind the Franciscan monastery.
He would collect the scent in a small perfume bottle and carry it with him. If he was in a good mood, he would let the scent...
resurrection.
What he created was a highly skilled fragrance trick, a very exquisite little game, naturally beyond his own abilities.
Apart from that, no one else could appreciate it or even understand it. But he himself found it utterly meaningless to accomplish.
He was ecstatic about this. Never before in his life, neither before nor after, had such a genuine Nazi blessing occurred.
In moments of bliss, like now when he is filled with playful enthusiasm, he creates concrete landscapes, still lifes, and portraits imbued with the scent of objects.
Like painting, because soon after, he turned to living objects.
He hunted winter flies and larvae, mice, and puppies, then soaked them in hot oil. At night, he quietly slipped away to the livestock...
Inside the barns, cattle, sheep, and piglets were wrapped in oiled cloths for several hours, or bound with oil-soaked bandages.
He might get up; or he might sneak into the sheepfold, shear the wool from a lamb, and put the fragrant wool in alcohol.
Wash. The initial results weren't entirely satisfactory, because animals aren't like spherical doorknobs or stones—they're much more docile.
Things like that won't so readily let people take away their scent. The pigs were leaning against the pillars of the pigpen.
The sheep bleated as he approached at night with a knife. The cow stubbornly shook the oilcloth off her teats. When he was about to...
When he dealt with the beetles he caught, they secreted a nauseating, foul-smelling liquid; and when he had to deal with the rats...
At that moment, perhaps out of fear, they defecated in his highly odor-sensitive balm. He wanted to separate the gas...
Unlike flowers, animals that readily or silently offer their fragrance don't simply relinquish it; rather, they actively...
Death puts up a desperate resistance; it refuses to be touched, kicking and struggling, thus generating great...
He was drenched in cold sweat from fear and the thought of death; the sweat, due to its excessive acidity, had destroyed the hot oils. Thus, he was naturally unable to remain calm.
He had to calm these objects down, and do so with lightning speed, so that they could not...
And fear or resistance. He must kill them.
First, he used a puppy as a starting point. In front of the slaughterhouse, he used a piece of meat to lure it away from its mother.
They led it all the way into the factory, and just as the little dog was happily panting and reaching out to bite the piece of meat in Grenouille's left hand,
He suddenly struck the dog on the back of the head with the firewood in his right hand. Death struck the puppy so suddenly that when Gray...
Even after Noye had placed it on the rhododendron between the oil and grease dishes in the incense room, happiness still lingered in its mouth and eyes.
Its expression; it exuded the pure, untainted scent of a dog. Of course, one must be especially careful! The corpse.
Like a plucked flower, it rotted very quickly. Therefore, he stayed by the body for about twelve hours until he discovered the dog.
A strange, unpleasant odor emanated from the corpse, though it still smelled pleasant. He immediately stopped examining it for the odor.
Remove the body, and place the small amount of oil that had absorbed the aroma into a pot. Carefully separate the parts.
He distilled the alcohol until only a tiny amount remained, then poured that residue into a small glass container.
Inside the tube. This small amount of perfume clearly exudes the scent of damp, fresh oils and a hint of the pungent smell of dog fur.
The smell of this fur was so pungent it was almost unbearable. When Grenouille let the slaughterhouse's old female dogs smell it, the mothers...
The dog suddenly barked excitedly, then whimpered, refusing to remove its nose from the glass tube. But Grenouille's...
He had carried the scent with him for a long time, intending to use it as a testament to his first successful extraction of fragrance from a living creature.
Recalling the glorious days of victory.