Muñeca nocturna - Capítulo 14
In skills and every craft—remember this before you go!—genius is almost useless, but humility...
However, all the experience gained through humility and diligence is of paramount importance.
He reached for the candlestick on the workbench, at which point Grenouille spoke in a low voice from the doorway: "I don't know..."
"What is the molecular formula, Master? I don't know that, but I know everything else."
“The molecular formula is at the heart of every perfume,” Baldini replied curtly, as he wanted to end the conversation.
"It meticulously describes the proportions of each ingredient in the mixture in order to produce the desired unique aroma;
This is the molecular formula. It's about coordination—that's a word you understand better! "Molecular formula, molecular formula," said Ge.
"I don't need the molecular formula! I have the formula in my nose!" Renoir called out hoarsely, appearing taller as he stood in the doorway.
Fang. Yao
Shall I prepare it for you, sir?
"How exactly do we do it?" Baldini shouted in a rather loud voice, holding up a candle to illuminate Lind's...
"How exactly is it prepared?" she asked.
For the first time, Grenouille did not back down. "But everything needed is here, all the spices are here, in this room."
"Inside!" he said, pointing to the darkness, "There's rose oil! There's orange blossom! There's clove! There's rosemary..."
"Of course it has everything!" Baldini roared. "Everything is available! But let me tell you, you idiot, if..."
Without a molecular formula, it's still equal to zero!
“…There’s jasmine! There’s alcohol! There’s bergamot! There’s styrax!” Grenouille continued in a hoarse voice.
He said that when mentioning each name, he would point to a corner of the room, a room so dark that the bottles were placed there.
The shadow of the shelf could only be vaguely sensed at most.
"You idiot, can you even see at night?" Baldini scolded. "Not only do you have the most sensitive nose, but you also..."
You have the sharpest eyes in Paris, don't you? If you also have fairly good ears, then perk them up, I want...
To tell you: You're a little liar! You probably overheard something from Pellissier, or found out something...
"Right? You think you can fool me?"
Grenouille had now fully stretched out his body, reaching his full height, and stood in the doorway, his two legs...
Slightly spread apart, its arms outstretched, it looked just like a black spider firmly gripping the threshold and doorframe. "Please..."
"Give me ten minutes," he said quite fluently, "and I'll make you the perfume 'Amour and Psyche.'"
It's being made immediately, and it's in this room. Master, please give me five minutes!
"You think I'd let you mess around in my factory? Mess around with priceless fragrances? Let you?"
“Yes,” Grenouille said.
"Pah!" Baldini shouted, exhaling all the air from his chest at once. Then he deeply...
He took a deep breath, staring for a long time at the spider-like Grenouille, lost in thought. He thought, actually, it doesn't matter.
Because everything will be over tomorrow anyway. Although I know he doesn't possess the skills he claims to have, and it's simply impossible for him to,
That would make him greater than the great Franchipani. But why can't I let him prove it to me?
What skills do I possess? Otherwise, one day in Messina I'll think—a person reaching old age with...
Sometimes I become eccentric, clinging to insane ideas—I am indignant that God has given me such a gifted sense of smell, a child prodigy.
It didn't even recognize it...—this is completely impossible; according to everything my reason tells me, this is absolutely unacceptable.
Yes, it's possible—but miracles do happen, that's undeniable! One day I will die in Messina, on my deathbed.
At that moment, I thought: back in Paris, that night, you actually closed your eyes and refused to see a miracle...? That's always a bit...
Pleasant man, Baldini! Let this fool waste a few drops of rose oil and Morua! You yourself are to Pellissiere
Haven't we all wasted money when we were genuinely interested in a perfume? These few drops—even if they're very expensive, extremely expensive!
What does it matter compared to the reliability of knowledge and the stability of old age?
"Attention!" he said in a harsh voice, "Attention! I...—what's your name?"
“Grenouille,” said Grenouille, “Jean-Baptiste Grenouille.”
“Aha,” Baldini said, “Listen, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille! I’ve thought about it.”
I agree to give you a chance to prove yourself right now. This is also a chance for you to learn through obvious failure.
An opportunity to cultivate humility—unfortunately, such virtues may not yet be fully developed at your young age.
Come—this is for you as a member of the guild and class, as a husband, subject, person, and good Christian from now on.
A necessary prerequisite for continued development. I'm prepared to spend my money to teach you this lesson, because...
For some reason, I'm going to be generous today. Who knows, maybe one day in the future when I look back on this scene...
It might bring me some joy. But don't think you can fool me! Giuseppe Baldini's nose is getting old.
But it is sensitive enough to immediately detect the slightest difference between your formulation and the products here.
Then he took out a small handkerchief that had been sprinkled with "Amour and Psyche" from his pocket and held it to Grenouille's nose.
He swayed forward. "Come closer, the best nose in Paris! Come to this workbench and show me your skills! But you..."
Be careful, don't knock anything over or break anything! Don't cause me any trouble! First, I need to turn on the lights. We need to be in good lighting conditions.
"Is it right to conduct this small experiment when there is sufficient space?"
So he took two more candlesticks from beside the large oak table and lit them. He then lit the three...
The candlesticks were placed side by side on the long back of the table, the leather was pushed aside, and the middle part of the table was cleared.
He then swiftly and steadily removed the necessary equipment for the experiment from a small shelf: a large-bellied preparation bottle,
Glass funnels, droppers, and measuring cups of various sizes were arranged neatly on a wooden board.
Grenouille had already freed himself from the doorframe. Just as Baldini was launching into his speech, he had already escaped...
He abandoned his stiff and timid waiting posture. With the joy of a child's heart, he only heard "agree" and "approve."
This child, through his own tenacity, obtained concessions from others, regarding the associated restrictions, conditions, and warnings.
But he didn't care at all. He stood relaxed, for the first time like a human being rather than an animal, listening to Baldini's long-winded explanation.
After he finished speaking, he knew he had defeated the man and forced him to make concessions.
While Baldini was still busy with the candlesticks on the table, Grenouille had already quietly slipped into the darkness on one side of the workshop.
There, on the shelves, were expensive perfumes, oils, and ointments; he relied on his reliable sense of smell.
Take the required small bottles from the shelf. There are nine small bottles in total, containing fragrance oil, sweet lemon oil, clove oil, and more.
Rose oil, jasmine essential oil, bergamot essential oil, and styrax balsam. He quickly took them...
He took it down and placed it neatly on the table. Finally, he brought over a large bottle of 100% alcohol. Then he stood in front of the table.
Behind Baldini, who always arranged his mixing containers in a scholarly manner,
Move this glass a little this way, and that glass a little that way, so that everything is in order.
The cell was orderly, and the candlelight shone through. Grenouille, trembling, waited impatiently for the old man to leave so he could give him...
Make room.
“That’s settled then!” Baldini finally said, stepping aside. “Your… let us address you amicably.”
Everything needed for this 'experiment' is laid out here. Don't break anything, and don't spill anything!
Note: The liquid you are now allowed to experiment with in five minutes is priceless, a rare treasure.
"I'll never get such concentrated flavoring again in my next life!"
“How much do you want me to make, Master?” Grenouille asked.
“What are you doing…?” Baldini said, before he could finish his sentence.
"How many of these perfumes do you want?" Grenouille asked. "How many do you want? Should I fill this bottle to the brim?"
"Of?" He pointed to a mixing bottle that could hold a full three liters.
"No, you mustn't do this!" Baldini cried out in shock, his voice seemingly expressing his deepest frustration with the waves.
The deep-seated and instinctive fear of squandering one's own property. He also seemed to feel that this ridiculous outburst was undignified.
He immediately followed up with a shout: "And don't interrupt me!" Then he spoke calmly, with a hint of mockery.
Qi continued, "Why do we need three liters of perfume that neither of us can appreciate? Actually, half a liter would be enough."
However, it's difficult to prepare such a small quantity precisely. I'll allow you to prepare one-third of this preparation bottle..."
“Okay,” Grenouille said, “I’ll fill this bottle a third full with ‘Amor and Psyche’.”
However, Master Baldini, I prepared it my own way. I don't know if this is the guild's way.
Because I don't understand the guild's methods, but I'm going to do it my way.
“Please!” Baldini said. He knew that there was no “your” or “my” way of making this perfume, but only…
There is one, the only feasible and correct way. This way lies in knowing the molecular formula and the corresponding conversion...
To achieve the desired final quantity, a highly precise concentrate is created using various flavorings, followed by...
This concentrate is then mixed with alcohol in very precise proportions to create the final perfume, usually in a ratio of one to five.
Between ten and one to twenty. He knew there was no other way. Therefore, he watched from the sidelines, initially with mockery.
His attitude, followed by confusion and bewilderment, and finally, a helpless surprise, stemmed from the practices he observed.
It was undoubtedly a miracle. This scene was etched in his memory and he never forgot it until the very last moment of his life.
Section 5
Section 5
Grenouille, that little fellow, first uncorked the large glass bottle containing alcohol. He then laboriously opened the clumsy...
He lifted the heavy glass bottle. He had to lift it almost to head height because the preparation bottle was placed too high, and there were still [other objects] on top.