Король расхитителей гробниц - Глава 30
It was a rather unattractive grayish-white grease.
The following day, the separation—what people call this method—continued, the pot was heated again, and the oil was melted.
Add fresh flowers to the pot. For several days in a row, he worked from dawn till dusk, doing the same thing. This kind of work was extremely hard.
Ye's arm felt as heavy as lead, and his hands were covered in calluses. Every night, as he staggered back to his hut, his back ached terribly.
Impressive. Drew's strength was roughly three times his, yet he never once took over stirring; instead, he simply focused on...
The flowers, as light as feathers, tended the fire, sometimes going off to get a drink because of the heat, but Gray...
Noye didn't complain. He worked tirelessly from morning till night, mixing the flowers into the oil without a word of complaint, barely feeling tired as he stirred.
Because he was constantly being subjected to the process happening right under his eyes and nose—the rapid wilting of the flowers and the absorption of their fragrance.
He was drawn to the process of collecting. He felt that learning this method was more valuable than gold.
After some time, Drew determined that the oils were saturated and could no longer absorb the fragrance. They extinguished the fire.
The thick broth was filtered one last time and poured into earthenware jars, where it quickly solidified.
It becomes a balm that emits a wonderful fragrance.
Next came Mrs. Alnoufie's business. She came to inspect the priceless item, affix labels, and...
She meticulously recorded the quality and quantity of the finished product in her notebook. She personally sealed the Zenglang, coated it with varnish, and placed it underground.
She went into the cool depths of the room, then dressed in black, donned a widow's veil, and went to the city's merchants and cosmetics shops.
She went to the store to promote her wares. She described the plight of single widows to the gentlemen in moving language, asking for their opinions.
Comparing prices, sighing, and ultimately selling the product—or not selling it at all. Balm, stored in a cool, dark place, can preserve...
Store it for a long time. If the current price isn't ideal, who knows, maybe it will rise in winter or next spring. You could also consider...
Consideration was being given to whether, instead of selling the goods to these wealthy merchants, they should join other small producers in shipping a batch of balm by boat to...
Genoa, or joining a merchant fleet to attend the autumn fair in Boquere—that would certainly be risky, but...
If successful, they could make a lot of money! Mrs. Alnoufie carefully considered the possibilities of these wooden pieces and...
They make comparisons, sometimes combining them, selling some of the treasures, keeping others, and taking risks...
This is the third part of her business. Of course, if she gets the impression while gathering information that the balm market is already too...
Saturation, which would soon have a negative impact on her, prompted her to hastily return home, veiled, and instruct Drew to prepare the entire set of food.
The process involves rinsing, transforming it into a high-grade fragrance.
Then the balm was taken out from the basement, placed in a sealed jar, carefully heated, and mixed with fine wine.
The mixture was then thoroughly stirred and separated by Grenouille using a fitted stirring apparatus.
Once back in the basement, it was quickly cooled, allowing the alcohol to separate from the solidifying oils of the balm, at which point it could be bottled.
Inside. At this point, it was, in a sense, a perfume, of course, very concentrated, while the remaining balsam had lost its fragrance.
Most of the fragrance is removed. This means the floral aroma has been transferred to another medium. But the entire process...
It's not over yet. Filter thoroughly with a fine silk cloth to remove the finest oil particles, then Drew adds the spices and alcohol.
Place it in a small still and slowly distill it over a low flame. What remains in the still after the alcohol has evaporated is the distillate.
He measured the pale-colored liquid; Grenouille was quite familiar with it, but in terms of its quality and purity, he...
I've never smelled it in Baldini or Runel; the pure flower oil, its pure fragrance, is hundreds of thousands of times stronger.
It's concentrated into a small bottle of high-grade fragrance. The fragrance itself isn't pleasant. It's very strong and pungent.
Sexuality is almost unbearable. A drop of fragrance mixed with a liter of alcohol can restore the original scent, achieving the same effect as a whole block.
The fragrance emitted by the flowers on the ground.
The final product was very small. The liquid from one distiller's pot was just enough to fill three small bottles! Besides these three small bottles of fragrance...
The fragrance of a thousand flowers has vanished! But their value, in Grasse, is already equivalent to...
A large fortune. If sent to Paris, Lyon, Grenoble, Genoa, or Marseille, its value would be...
"I wonder how many times we'll have to increase this!" Mrs. Alnoufi's eyes lit up with fondness when she saw the small bottles; she looked at them with loving eyes.
She stroked them. As she held them and sealed them tightly with perfectly ground glass stoppers, she held her breath.
To prevent even a single trace of this priceless fragrance from escaping. To prevent even the smallest atom from vaporizing and escaping after the seal is added,
She sealed the stoppers with molten wax, turned them upside down, and placed them in a fish-membrane-like sac, inserting the plug at the neck of the sac.
Secure the pouches tightly. Then place them in a small box lined with cotton and store them in the basement.
In April they separated the dyewood and orange blossoms, and in May they separated the roses, as numerous as the sea, and the fragrance of the roses.
The fragrance permeated the city all month long in an invisible mist as sweet as cream, and Grenouille worked like a horse. He
Without any bargaining, he performed the minor tasks Drew assigned him with almost slave-like obedience. But in his expression...
While blankly stirring, scraping, rinsing the large wooden barrels, cleaning the workshop, or carrying firewood, he was given a sudden burst of energy.
He never strayed from the core of his work, constantly paying attention to the changing scents. Grenouille used his nose closely...
Watching the fragrance of the petals transfer to the oils and alcohol, and finally to be poured into a delicate little perfume bottle, Bidru...
He observed even more closely. Long before Drew noticed, he could tell when the oil was overheated and when it was overcooked.
When the petals were almost gone, when would the aroma in the broth be saturated? He could smell what was happening in the preparation container—steaming…
The distillation process must end at a precise moment. Sometimes he was adept at giving hints, though his attitude was cold and unassuming.
He adopted a subservient stance. He said he felt the oil might be too hot; he thought it could be filtered out soon; he seemed...
It seemed that the alcohol in the still had evaporated... and Drew, while not particularly clever, also...
He wasn't entirely stupid; time would tell that if he acted according to Grenouille's "thoughts" or "seems to sense"...
Making a choice that aligns with this understanding will yield the best outcome. Because Grenouille never speaks rashly and is not arrogant...
He was superior to others by saying "I thought" or "I felt," because he never did—mainly in Alnu.
Drew never showed any doubt about his authority or his position as the first clerk in front of Mrs. Phoebe.
There was no reason not to take Grenouille's advice, and as time went on, people increasingly left the decision to him.
Later, Grenouille increasingly took on not only the tasks of stirring, but also adding ingredients, starting fires, and filtering.
Drew would go to the "Four Heirs" tavern for a drink of wine, or go up to his wife to check if everything was alright.
Everything was settled. He knew he could trust Grenouille. Although Grenouille was doing the work of two, he was enjoying...
The freedom of solitude allowed him to refine new technologies and occasionally conduct small experiments. He secretly rejoiced at this realization.
Compared to what he and Drew made together, he made more steel saws in the incense he made alone. His high-quality perfumes were of higher purity.
Much more.
At the end of July, the jasmine season begins; in August, the night-blooming hyacinth season begins. Both flowers have beautiful fragrances.
At the same time, the flowers are fragile, and people must not only pick them before sunrise, but also be especially careful when processing them.
High temperatures will reduce their aroma, and suddenly soaking them in hot maceration oil will cause them to lose their aroma completely. These hundred
The most precious flowers do not allow carelessness to steal their souls; they must be treated with appropriate methods and sweet words.
They were tricked into coming. In a fragrant room, the flowers were scattered on plates smeared with cold grease, or loosely arranged...
Wrap them in oil-soaked cloths and let them die slowly in their sleep. They will wither after three or four days.
They exhale all their own fragrance, giving it to the adjacent oils and greases, then carefully tear them off and sprinkle on fresh...
Fresh flowers. This process is repeated ten to twenty times until the balsam is fully saturated with fragrance and the scented oils are extracted from the cloth.
It was already September when it was extruded. The resulting product was much smaller than that obtained using the separation method. However, through cold oil extraction...
The quality of jasmine balm or an anti-lung perfume obtained through this method surpasses that of jasmine balm obtained through other means, in terms of refinement and preservation of the original scent.
Products made using other perfumery techniques. Jasmine, in particular, has a sweet and pleasant fragrance that seems to reflect...
It was reflected in the greased plate like a mirror, and reflected back perfectly and naturally—of course.
Some reservations were made. Grenouille's nose could undoubtedly distinguish the fragrance of a flower from the fragrance it preserved: oils.
Its scent—though so pure—is like a finely crafted veil draped over the original fragrance structure.
To soften it, to gradually diminish the obvious parts, and even to make its beauty acceptable to the average person...
In any case, the cold oil extraction method is the most ingenious and effective way to obtain a delicate aroma. Better hands...
There was no segment. If this method was not enough to make Grenouille completely certain of his nose, then he knew,
This method is a thousand times more sufficient to deceive a world that is insensitive to the senses.
Soon after, just as with separation, he also surpassed his old master in the technique of cold oil extraction.
Drew. He made him understand this through a tried-and-tested, humble, and cautious approach. Drew was happy to go to the slaughterhouse.
Let him handle everything: buying the best lard and beef fat, washing it, rendering it, filtering it, and determining the mixing ratio.
Doing this was always a very tricky and dreadful task for Drew, because it involved a kind of unclean, filthy, or...
Excessive dispersion of oils that emit the smells of pigs, sheep, and cattle will ruin even the most precious balms. He determined the location of the oil tray in the perfume chamber.
The timing of flower replacement, the saturation of the balsam, were all entrusted to him; he quickly handed over all the tricky decisions.
Like Baldini before him, Drew could only make choices based roughly on the rules he had learned, while Grenouille...
Jehovah made the decision based on his own nose—something Drew was completely unaware of, of course.
“He has very dexterous hands,” Drew said. “He has a good feel for things.” Sometimes he thought so too.
"He's far more capable than me; he's a perfume expert a hundred times better than me." At the same time, he considers himself a true...
The idiot of Tao, because, just as he thought, Grenouille had never used his talents to earn a single penny, yet he...
Drew, however, used his relatively minor talent to propel himself towards becoming a master. Grenouille, on the other hand, supported him.
His opinion was that he worked hard in a foolish way, without any ambition, seemingly unaware of his own genius.
Acting on the orders of the far more experienced Drew, without whom he was nothing, the women relied on this spear.
They got along quite well.