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This caused his senses to become confused, so much so that he often forgot the purpose of his journey. The young servant boy forgot his order.
The goods. The arrogant men felt very uncomfortable. Some women suddenly fell ill, half hysterical and half claustrophobic.
Fear of fainting can only be restored to consciousness by the strongest olfactory salts made from clove oil, ammonia, and camphor oil.
Sleep.
Under such circumstances, the Persian chimes unusually rang out from the door of Giuseppe Baldini's shop, and the silver pendant...
It's not surprising that he exhaled perfume.
Section 3
Section 3
Baldini had been standing like a pillar behind the accounting room, staring intently at the shop entrance for hours. At this point...
He called out, "Cheniere, please put on your wig!" / Cheniere was Baldini's assistant, a little younger than his master.
But he was already an old man. He appeared between the olive oil barrels and the hanging Bayonne hams, and then...
He walked forward to the high-end department of the store. He took his wig out of his coat pocket and put it on.
"Are you leaving, Mr. Baldini?"
“No,” Baldini said, “I’m going back to my office, where I’ll stay for a few hours. I hope not.”
Someone needs to come find me.
“Oh, I see! You're designing a new perfume.” Baldini: Yes. It's for Villamonte.
Designed with Spanish leather.
He demanded a brand new perfume. He wanted something like…
Like… I think it's called "Amour and Psyche," and it's said that…
This is the one on St. Andrew's Art Street... that half...
"Bottle vinegar...that...that..." Chénier: Pélissiere. Baldini: Yes. Absolutely right.
His name is Half-Baked Vinegar. (Pellissier's name)
"Amor and Psyche"—do you know them? Cheniere: Yes, yes. I know. Now everywhere...
You can smell this
The scent of perfume. You can smell it on every street corner. But if you ask me...
Is it good or bad? — I said there's nothing special about it! This perfume is the same as...
Your design certainly can't compare, Mr. Baldini. Baldini: Of course not. Chénier:
This "Amour and Psyche" scent is too ordinary. Baldini: Can it be called shoddy? Chénier: Absolutely.
It was, to put it bluntly, as bad as all of Pélissie's perfumes.
I believe it contains sweet lemon oil. Baldini: Really? What else? Perhaps orange blossom essence.
Perhaps
There's rosemary in it. But I'm not sure. This is also...
It's all irrelevant. Chénier: Of course, fix it. Baldini: This half-baked Pélissiere, what did he put into the perfume?
In the water, I felt
It doesn't matter to me at all. It has no effect on me! Chénier: You're right, sir! Baldini: You...
I know, I won't follow his example. You know, my incense...
The water was prepared according to my own plan. Chénier: I know, sir. Baldini: They were entirely my creation.
Yes. Chénier: I know. Baldini: I intend to design something truly groundbreaking for Villamont.
Things. Chénier: I completely believe that, Mr. Baldini. Baldini: You're in charge of the shop.
I need quiet. Please don't disturb me.
I, Chénier...
As he spoke, he shuffled away, not at all like a statue, but rather as hunched over as his age suggested.
His waist felt as if it had been struck. He slowly climbed the steps to the second floor, where his office was located.
Chénier walked to the back of the accounting room and stood there just as his former master had, his gaze fixed on the shop door.
He knew what would happen in the next few hours: nothing would happen in the shop, but upstairs in Bal...
A familiar disaster is about to unfold in Baldini's office. Baldini will shed his perfume-soaked Frangipani.
Wearing a blue coat, he sat down at his desk, waiting for inspiration. But inspiration wouldn't come. He would run to the hundreds of samples...
There's a cabinet with small vials for testing; just mix whatever you can find. But such a mixture is bound to fail. He'll curse it, and the window...
He opened the door and threw the mixture into the river. He would try other things, but still, they wouldn't work. He would shout loudly,
He roared, wailing and convulsing in the room, which had already reeked of a numbing odor. Around seven o'clock in the evening, he would suffer...
He went downstairs, his limbs trembling, and wept bitterly, saying, "Chennier, I have no nose, I can't make perfume."
I can no longer supply Spanish leather to the Count. I've failed. I'm heartbroken. I want to die. Chénier,
Please help me die! And Chénier would suggest sending someone to Pélissiere to get a bottle of "Amour and Pour"
"Syca," Baldini would agree, on the condition that no one would know about this scandal. Chénier would swear to it.
At night, they would secretly spray the leather supplied to Count Villamont with other people's perfume. This was bound to happen.
To be born, not something else. Chénier simply hoped he would finish his performance. Baldini was no longer a major perfume.
He was a producer. Yes, in the past, in his youth, thirty or forty years ago, he invented "Southern Rose."
He attributed his entire fortune to two truly great perfumes: "Rose" and "Baldini's Fragrance." However, he...
Now that I'm old and my energy is depleted, I no longer understand the trends of the times or the new aesthetic standards people have today.
If he were to produce another perfume of his own design now, it would undoubtedly be out of place and unsellable.
A year later, they would fill the product with ten times its volume of water and sell it as fountain water. What a pity, Chenier thought.
Looking in the mirror to see if his wig was on properly, he felt sorry for old Baldini and for the thriving shop.
It was a pity, because he would ruin the store. He also regretted it himself, because by the time Baldini had ruined it, he...
Chénier himself is too old and unable to keep the shop running...
Giuseppe Baldini may have shed his fragrant coat, but it was merely out of old habit.
The scent of Frangipani perfume no longer bothers his sense of smell; he's worn this coat for decades.
He wouldn't detect its scent at all. He had also closed his office door long ago, securing some peace and quiet for himself.
But he didn't sit at his desk racking his brains, waiting for inspiration, because he knew better than Chénier that...
There will be no inspiration. He has never had any. He is certainly old and his energy is depleted, that's a fact.
Indeed, he was no longer a master perfumer; but he knew he had never been a perfumer.
A water expert. "Southern Rose" was a recipe he inherited from his father, and the "Baldini fragrance" recipe came from...
It was bought from a traveling Genoese spice merchant. His other perfumes are all well-known blends.
He never invented anything. He wasn't an inventor. He was a meticulous fragrance maker, like a chef, relying on...
He could make delicious dishes based on experience and good cooking recipes, but he never invented his own recipes. He ran a laboratory,
The whole set of tricks—testing, inspection, and secrecy—is because it's in line with the nature of a perfume manufacturer and glove maker.
The situation in this industry. A perfume expert is practically a chemist; he creates miracles, and people need those miracles! His skills...
Art is a craft, like any other craft, and he knows this; it's something he's proud of. He simply...
He didn't want to be an inventor. He was very skeptical of invention because it always meant breaking established rules. He also simply didn't...
He was thinking of inventing a new perfume for Count Villamont. He also wouldn't heed Chénier's advice to go and get Perry that night.
Sié's "Amour & Psyche" perfume. He already had it. It was there, by the window.
On his desk, in a small glass bottle with a ground glass stopper. He bought the perfume a few days ago. Of course not.
He went to buy it himself. After all, he couldn't go to Pélissiere to buy perfume! He had to go through an intermediary, and this...
The middleman went through another middleman... Caution was necessary; Baldini bought this perfume not just for spraying.
The Spanish leather, given its intended use, was sufficient in such a small quantity. He had a worse purpose: to imitate.
This perfume.
By the way, this isn't prohibited. It's just very unethical. Secretly copying a competitor's perfume...
Selling water under one's own brand is indeed unethical. But getting caught is even worse, so it's unacceptable.
Let Chénier know, because Chénier is quick to speak.
Ah, how terrible it is for an upright person to see themselves forced to walk such an unrighteous path! A person using...
How despicable it is to use such despicable means to tarnish the most precious thing he possesses—his reputation! But he
What could he do? Count Villamont was a customer, and he absolutely couldn't lose him. He was already...
There were hardly any customers left. He had to try to attract more customers, just like he had in the early 1920s when he was just starting out.
His life was spent hawking his wares on the streets with a wooden box hanging from his chest! Who would have guessed that he, Giuseppe Baldini, was the biggest purveyor of Paris?
The spice shop owner, when business was booming, when he carried his small box and went door-to-door selling his goods, was only financially...
Barely acceptable! He was not satisfied at all, for he was over sixty and loathed the cold foyer.
While waiting for customers, introduce "Thousand Flower Perfume" and "Four Thief Vinegar" to the old marquises, and sell them migraine ointment.
Furthermore, these foyer areas are always filled with a repulsive atmosphere of competition. "Heirs to the Throne Street" is one such example.
The nouveau riche Brué arrogantly claimed that he had the largest order for hair conditioner in Europe; or the Carlos de Moconse on Rue de la Paix...
Erto became Countess Arturo Arturo's supplier; the enigmatic Antoine on St. André's Street.
Pélissiere releases a new perfume every peak tourist season, driving the world into a frenzy of buying it.