Muñeca nocturna - Capítulo 25
As he answered these questions, he pointed to his throat with two fingers in a gesture of helplessness to indicate the size of his throat.
It has also been corroded by the "Tayard deadly gas".
After the exhibition ended, Tayard-Espinas put him back in a carriage and transported him home to be stored in the royal palace's storeroom.
There, the Marquis, with the presence of several doctors selected from the medical school, locked him in a gym air exchange device.
A small house built of pine planks, accessible only by a chimney much taller than the roof, with no way to enter.
The air, containing a deadly gas, is drawn from above and then released through leather flaps mounted on the floor. This system is...
A team of workers meticulously operated the system day and night, keeping it constantly running to ensure proper ventilation inside the chimney.
The machine never stopped running. Grenouille was thus continuously washed by clean air, and every hour...
A small airlock installed in the double-layered side wall provides him with a nutritious meal away from the soil: pigeon soup.
Lark shortbread, diced wild duck, fruit in syrup, and bread made from exceptionally tall barley. The Pyrenees.
Wine. And antelope milk and foamed ice cream made with chickens raised in the attic of a royal palace.
This treatment to remove contamination and restore vitality lasted five days. Later, the Marquis ordered the ventilation fans to be turned off.
Grenouille was taken to the washroom to take a rain shower, where he soaked in warm water for several hours, finally using the Andean city.
Potosí washed himself from head to toe with walnut oil soap. Someone trimmed his fingernails and toenails, using very fine soap.
Fine dolomite was used to clean his teeth, his hair was cut short, combed, permed, and powdered, and a tailor and shoemaker were brought in.
The craftsman, Grenouille, received a silk shirt with white ribbons on the chest and white handles on the cuffs. He also acquired silk stockings.
A top, trousers, and a blue velvet vest, paired with stylish buckled black leather shoes, the right shoe glued together very well.
Exquisitely crafted, perfectly suited to his deformed feet, the Second Marquis himself applied makeup to Grenouille's scarred face, giving his lips...
She applied rouge to his cheeks, drew elegant arched eyebrows on him with a sturdy charcoal pencil, and then sprayed him with her own perfume.
His personal perfume, a fairly ordinary violet fragrance. Finally, he took a few steps back, and after a long while...
Only then did he sincerely express his excitement.
“Sir,” he began, “I am pleased with myself. I am amazed by my own abilities. I certainly…”
He never doubted his theory about gases, of course not; but through actual treatment, he so brilliantly proved it.
This theory truly shocked me. You were originally an animal, and I turned you into a human. Stand in this mirror.
Before you, look at yourself! For the first time in your life, you will recognize yourself as a person, certainly not a special being.
He may not be extraordinary or outstanding, but he's still a decent person! Sir, please take a look around! Please take a look at yourself...
You appreciate the miracle I've created in you!
This was the first time he had addressed Grenouille as "sir" to his face.
Grenouille walked to the mirror and looked into it. He had never seen himself in a mirror before. He saw a…
The man stood before him, dressed in a blue robe and white shirt, with stockings on his feet. He instinctively cowered.
Just as he always shrank back in front of the refined gentleman. But even that refined gentleman became timid.
When Grenouille straightened up again, the refined gentleman did the same, and then both of them stared blankly at each other.
gaze.
What surprised Grenouille most was how incredibly normal his appearance was. The Marquis was right:
He didn't look special, not particularly good-looking, but not especially ugly either. He was a bit short, and his posture was somewhat...
Leaning to the left, his face lacked expression; in short, he looked just like thousands of other people.
If he walked out onto the street right now, no one would turn around and look at him. If he encountered someone like him now...
Such a person wouldn't pay much attention to this person either. He would smell that this person, besides emanating a purple aura...
Apart from the scent of Roland, there was no other smell, just like the gentleman in the mirror and the man standing in front of the mirror.
But ten days ago, when the farmer saw him, he screamed and ran away. His feelings then were not the same as now.
What was different? Now, as he closed his eyes, he felt exactly the same as before. He inhaled the air that was inside him...
The rising air smelled of cheap perfume, velvet, and freshly glued leather shoes; he smelled the silk fabrics...
The faint scent of powder, rouge, and Potosí soap. Suddenly, he understood that what made him normal was not...
It wasn't pigeon soup or the so-called breathing trick, but rather a few clothes, a hairstyle, and some cosmetics. He opened his eyes and blinked.
Seeing his reflection in the mirror wink at him, a faint smile flickered across B's rosy lips, as if he were about to tell him...
He told him that he didn't feel entirely unlikable. Grenouille also noticed that the person in the mirror, dressed as a human...
A form without smell or odor should not be underestimated; at least, he felt that this form—if it could be disguised perfectly—was something to be reckoned with.
Beauty—it can have an impact on the outside world, but he, Grenouille, never believed that such an impact was possible.
He nodded to the figure, and saw that the figure was also nodding while secretly puffing out his nose.
The following day, the Marquis was preparing to teach him the essential postures and gestures for his appearance at the upcoming social events.
As he danced, Grenouille pretended to have a dizzy spell, collapsing onto the sofa as if he were about to suffocate.
The marquis panicked. He called for his servants, shouting for fans and lightweight ventilation machines. As the servants hurriedly...
When he rushed over, he knelt down beside Grenouille, fanning him with a handkerchief that had been sprayed with violet perfume.
He pleaded, begged him to get back on his feet, that he couldn't die now, that everything must be done to delay until the day after tomorrow, otherwise... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.)
The theory of deadly gases will be under the most serious threat.
Grenouille curled up, panting, groaning, waving his arms at the handkerchief, and finally, like an actor, fell from the long...
He tumbled off the sofa and crawled to the farthest corner of the room. "I don't want this perfume!" he shouted with all his might.
“I don’t want this perfume! It’ll suffocate me!” That’s when Tayard-Espinas threw his handkerchief out the window.
Besides, after throwing his coat, which also smelled of violets, into the next room, Grenouille stopped his attack and used...
His voice calmed as he began to speak. He said he was a perfume expert, possessing the sensitive nose required for the profession.
The child, especially now during her recovery, has a very strong reaction to certain perfumes. Ironically, it's a very...
The fragrance of the violet, the flower of love, so devastated him, he said, could only be explained by this: in the Marquis's...
The perfume contains a high concentration of violet root extract, and because this extract originates from underground, it is considered harmful to those who have suffered fatal injuries.
Gas-induced damage, like in the case of Grenouille, has a devastating effect. It was first used yesterday.
He already felt dizzy when he smelled that perfume, and today, when he smelled the scent of violet root again, he felt as if...
He felt as if he had been pushed back into the terrible, suffocating abyss where he had endured seven years of hardship.
He was naturally averse to this, and that was all he could say, because the Marquis's technology had provided him with a way to escape the deadly gas.
After losing someone's life, he would rather die immediately than be at the mercy of that abhorrent gas again. Now he only wants...
The thought of perfume made from floral notes made him shrink back. But he was convinced that if the Marquis permitted,
He would soon recover and design his own perfume to completely eliminate the violet scent. Then he thought of...
A perfume as light as air, its main ingredients are those that have not been exposed to soil, such as apricot blossom water and orange blossom water.
He said to use leaf oil, pine needle oil, and cypress oil. He only needed to spray a tiny bit on his clothes, cheeks, and neck.
Sprinkle a few drops of this perfume—and he will never again experience the Siberian aura he just felt…
For clarity, we have paraphrased his words here using formal indirect quotation. In fact, Grenouille...
He expressed these things haltingly, taking half an hour, often interrupted by coughing, wheezing, and difficulty breathing.
Difficult to interrupt, his movements were interspersed with trembling, waving, and shifting eyes. The Marquis was not deeply impressed.
The incisive arguments presented by his ward perfectly aligned with the theory of the lethal gas, far surpassing the symptoms of the disease.
To convince him. Of course, it's violet perfume! A repulsive product that's close to the soil, even underground!
He had used this perfume for years, and perhaps he had become infected himself! As for how he was getting closer to death every day because of this fragrance...
Death, then, was a name he couldn't fathom. Gout, stiff neck, penile flaccidity, hemorrhoids, eardrum tenderness, tooth decay—this...
It was undoubtedly caused by the stench of violet roots from gas pollution! That little idiot, in that corner of the room...
His pitiful state made him realize this! He was emotional. He really wanted to go there, help him up, and let him lean against him...
On his enlightened chest. But he worried that he still smelled of violets. So the Marquis once again...
Summon the servants and order them to remove all the violet perfume from the house and to air out the entire palace.
The machine blew on his clothes to remove the stains, and immediately put Grenouille in a sedan chair and took him to the best perfumer in town.
The water expert. That was precisely why Grenouille feigned illness.
The perfume industry has a long tradition in Montpellier, although it has recently declined somewhat compared to its rival city of Grasse.
Although the city had retreated, several renowned perfumers and glove makers still lived there. Among them, the most renowned was…
The master craftsman, named Lunell, stated that, given his business relationship with the club de la Tayard-Espinas—
He was the Marquis's supplier of soaps, oils, and spices—and he was prepared to take unusual steps to make his work...
The room was given to this unusual Parisian perfumer, who had been brought in by sedan chair, for an hour. This man needed no introduction.
Ming, without asking where anything was, simply said he was already familiar with the surroundings, had a clue about everything, and then locked himself away.
They spent a full hour in the factory. Lunell then took the Marquis's steward to a tavern for a few glasses of wine.
There, I learned why people no longer liked his violet perfume.
The facilities in Luner's workshops and shops were far less complete than those in his original spice shop in Baldini, Paris.
Complete. An ordinary perfume connoisseur, possessing only some flower oils, perfumes, and spices, will find it difficult to achieve great success. But Gray...
Noyer took his first breath and knew that the available materials were more than enough for him. He didn't want to concoct high-end perfumes, he didn't want to be like...
Instead of formulating perfumes bespoke for celebrities like Baldini, the goal was to create something that stood out from countless mediocre products.
A perfume that surpasses all others, one that captivates all. Ordinary orange blossom perfumes like the one he promised the Marquis were simply not his true essence.
His goal was to mask the fragrance he intended to create using common essences of cherry blossoms, eucalyptus leaves, and cypress leaves.