perfume

[Horror] Perfume

Section 1

In the 18th century, a man emerged in France. That era produced many talented individuals, but also a number of geniuses and ruthless ones.

This person was one of the most talented and cruel individuals. This is the story of this man. His name was...

His name was Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. He was one of other geniuses and eccentrics, such as Desade, Saint-Just, and Fouché.

On the contrary, Bonaparte's name has been forgotten today, and this is certainly not because Grenouille was arrogant.

In terms of their greatness, contempt for humanity, and cruelty, in short, in their atheism, these more famous and insidious figures are somewhat...

He was inferior not because his genius and ambition were confined to areas where history had left no trace, but because of his limited scope: Qi (氣).

A fleeting kingdom of flavor.

In that era we're talking about, cities were always filled with a stench that's hard for us modern people to imagine.

The streets reeked of feces, the backyards of houses reeked of urine, and the stairwells reeked of rotting wood and rats.

The kitchen reeked of rotten vegetables and mutton fat; the poorly ventilated rooms emitted a musty, dusty smell; the bedroom...

It emitted the stench of greasy sheets, damp comforters, and a pungent, sweet, and somewhat foul odor from a chamber pot.

The smells were pungent. The fireplace reeked of sulfur, the tanneries of caustic soda, and the slaughterhouse of blood.

A foul odor. People emit a sour, sweaty smell and the stench of unwashed clothes; their breath smells of rotting teeth.

Their stomachs belched with the foul smell of onion juice; and if these people were no longer young, they exuded a musty odor.

The stench of cheese, yogurt, and tumors was overwhelming. Rivers, squares, and churches reeked; the air under bridges and in palaces was foul.

The stench was unbearable. The peasants smelled like church workers, the workshop apprentices smelled like their master's wives, and the entire aristocratic class reeked.

Even the king reeked; he stank like a wild beast, while the queen smelled like an old female goat, both in summer and winter.

That's right. Because in the eighteenth century, the destructive activity of bacteria was not yet restricted, and any human activity, regardless of...

Whether destructive or constructive, the emergence and decline of life are not linked by any different stench.

They are together.

Of course, Paris is the smelliest, because it's the largest city in France. And within Paris, there's another place...

The area between Via Fore Street and Via Castelberg, which is the Cemetery of the Holy Innocents, is incredibly smelly, like hell.

It stank. For eight hundred years, people brought the dead from the chief hospital and nearby parishes here; for eight hundred years, every day...

Dozens of corpses were transported in each grave on handcarts and dumped in long pits; for eight hundred years, the tombs and remains have been preserved there.

In the morgue, the bones piled up layer upon layer. Even later, on the eve of the French Revolution, several morgues were dangerously...

After the collapse, the stench emanating from the cemetery not only sparked protests from nearby residents, but also led them to actually rise up.

The riots occurred, and only then was the area sealed off and abandoned. Millions of bones and skulls were then unearthed and transported...

At the underground base where Montmartre was to be seized, people built a food trading market.

Here, in the most stinking place in the entire kingdom, on July 17, 1738, Jean-Baptiste...

Grenouille came into this world. That day was one of the hottest days of the year. The heat was like lead.

The pressure on the cemetery caused a stir outside the city, spreading to the neighboring sweet streets and alleys. Steam rose from the rotten fern fruit and charred animal horns, all mixed together.

The smell of the road. Grenouille's mother was standing beside a fish stall on Rue du Feuer when her labor pains began.

Scale the carp that had been gutted earlier. These fish were supposedly brought from the Seine that morning, but...

A foul stench had already permeated the air, its odor overpowering the smell of the corpse. Grenouille's mother...

She didn't notice the stench of the fish, nor the stench of the corpse, because her nose had become so dulled and numb.

The extent of her pain was immense, especially since her body was in pain, and the pain had completely impaired her senses from receiving external stimuli. She...

She desperately hoped the pain would stop and the dreaded labor would end soon. This was her fifth child.

She gave birth to all five babies right here at the fish stall, and all five were stillborn or partially stillborn because they were born here.

The bloody flesh was not much different from the fish intestines lying there, and it hadn't lived long either; by evening...

Whether it was the fish's anus, raw meat, or anything else, everything was shoveled away and loaded onto a handcart.

They'd be transported to the cemetery or dumped in the river. It seems it will be the same again today. Grenouille's mother was still a young woman.

A 25-year-old woman, quite pretty, with almost all her teeth and some hair, except for gout.

Apart from syphilis and mild tuberculosis, she doesn't have any serious illnesses. She hopes to live a long life, perhaps another five years.

Perhaps ten years, maybe even just one marriage. To be a respected second wife to a craftsman, or… Grenouille.

Jehovah's mother hoped it would all pass quickly. When the labor pains began, she crouched down under the fish-slaughtering platform, whe

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