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In
his
right
hand
he
held
the
candlestick
,
in
his
left
the
handkerchief
,
like
someone
with
a
nosebleed
,
but
in
fact
he
was
simply
frightened
.
He
quickly
bolted
the
door
.
Then
he
took
the
protective
handkerchief
from
his
face
,
shoved
it
into
his
pocket
,
and
walked
back
through
the
shop
to
his
laboratory.The
scent
was
so
heavenly
fine
that
tears
welled
into
Baldini
's
eyes
.
He
did
not
have
to
test
it
,
he
simply
stood
at
the
table
in
front
of
the
mixing
bottle
and
breathed
.
The
perfume
was
glorious
.
It
was
to
Amor
and
Psyche
as
a
symphony
is
to
the
scratching
of
a
lonely
violin
.
And
it
was
more
.
Baldini
closed
his
eyes
and
watched
as
the
most
sublime
memories
were
awakened
within
him
.
He
saw
himself
as
a
young
man
walking
through
the
evening
gardens
of
Naples
;
he
saw
himself
lying
in
the
arms
of
a
woman
with
dark
curly
hair
and
saw
the
silhouette
of
a
bouquet
of
roses
on
the
windowsill
as
the
night
wind
passed
by
;
he
heard
the
random
song
of
birds
and
the
distant
music
from
a
harbor
tavern
;
he
heard
whisperings
at
his
ear
,
he
heard
I-love-you
and
felt
his
hair
ruffle
with
bliss
,
now
!
now
at
this
very
moment
!
He
forced
open
his
eyes
and
groaned
with
pleasure
.
This
perfume
was
not
like
any
perfume
known
before
.
It
was
not
a
scent
that
made
things
smell
better
,
not
some
sachet
,
some
toiletry
.
It
was
something
completely
new
,
capable
of
creating
a
whole
world
,
a
magical
,
rich
world
,
and
in
an
instant
you
forgot
all
the
loathsomeness
around
you
and
felt
so
rich
,
so
at
ease
,
so
free
,
so
fine
...
The
hairs
that
had
ruffled
up
on
Baldini
's
arm
fell
back
again
,
and
a
befuddling
peace
took
possession
of
his
soul
He
picked
up
the
leather
,
the
goat
leather
lying
at
the
table
's
edge
,
and
a
knife
,
and
trimmed
away
.
Then
he
laid
the
pieces
in
the
glass
basin
and
poured
the
new
perfume
over
them
.
He
fixed
a
pane
of
glass
over
the
basin
,
divided
the
rest
of
the
perfume
between
two
small
bottles
,
applied
labels
to
them
,
and
wrote
the
words
Nuit
Napolitaine
on
them
.
Then
he
extinguished
the
candles
and
left.Once
upstairs
,
he
said
nothing
to
his
wife
while
they
ate
.
Above
all
,
he
said
nothing
about
the
solemn
decision
he
had
arrived
at
that
afternoon
.
And
his
wife
said
nothing
either
,
for
she
noticed
that
he
was
in
good
spirits
,
and
that
was
enough
for
her
.
Nor
did
he
walk
over
to
Notre-Dame
to
thank
God
for
his
strength
of
character
.
Indeed
,
that
night
he
forgot
,
for
the
first
time
ever
,
to
say
his
evening
prayers
.
THE
NEXT
MORNING
he
went
straight
to
Grimal
.
First
he
paid
for
his
goat
leather
,
paid
in
full
,
without
a
grumble
or
the
least
bit
of
haggling
.
And
then
he
invited
Grimal
to
the
Tour
d'Argent
for
a
bottle
of
white
wine
and
negotiations
concerning
the
purchase
of
Grenouille
,
his
apprentice
.
It
goes
without
saying
that
he
did
not
reveal
to
him
the
why
's
and
wherefore
's
of
this
purchase
.
He
told
some
story
about
how
he
had
a
large
order
for
scented
leather
and
to
fill
it
he
needed
unskilled
help
.
He
required
a
lad
of
few
needs
,
who
would
do
simple
tasks
,
cutting
leather
and
so
forth
.
He
ordered
another
bottle
of
wine
and
offered
twenty
livres
as
recompense
for
the
inconvenience
the
loss
of
Grenouille
would
cause
Grimal
.
Twenty
livres
was
an
enormous
sum
.
Grimal
immediately
took
him
up
on
it
.
They
walked
to
the
tannery
,
where
,
strangely
enough
,
Grenouille
was
waiting
with
his
bundle
already
packed
.
Baldini
paid
the
twenty
livres
and
took
him
along
at
once
,
well
aware
that
he
had
just
made
the
best
deal
of
his
life.Grimal
,
who
for
his
part
was
convinced
that
he
had
just
made
the
best
deal
of
his
life
,
returned
to
the
Tour
d'Argent
,
there
drank
two
more
bottles
of
wine
,
moved
over
to
the
Lion
d'Or
on
the
other
bank
around
noon
,
and
got
so
rip-roaring
drunk
there
that
when
he
decided
to
go
back
to
the
Tour
d'Argent
late
that
night
,
he
got
the
rue
Geoffroi
L'Anier
confused
with
the
rue
des
Nonaindieres
,
and
instead
of
coming
out
directly
onto
the
Pont-Marie
as
he
had
intended
,
he
was
brought
by
ill
fortune
to
the
Quai
des
Ormes
,
where
he
splashed
lengthwise
and
face
first
into
the
water
like
a
soft
mattress
He
was
dead
in
an
instant
.
The
river
,
however
,
needed
considerable
time
to
drag
him
out
from
the
shallows
,
past
the
barges
moored
there
,
into
the
stronger
main
current
,
and
not
until
the
early
morning
hours
did
Grimal
the
tanner-or
,
better
,
his
soaked
carcass-float
briskly
downriver
toward
the
west.As
he
passed
the
Pont-au-Change
,
soundlessly
,
without
bumping
against
the
bridge
piers
,
sixty
feet
directly
overhead
Jean-Baptiste
Grenouille
was
going
to
bed
.
A
bunk
had
been
set
up
for
him
in
a
back
corner
of
Baldini
's
laboratory
,
and
he
was
now
about
to
take
possession
of
it-while
his
former
employer
floated
down
the
cold
Seine
,
all
four
limbs
extended
.
Grenouille
rolled
himself
up
into
a
little
ball
like
a
tick
.
As
he
fell
off
to
sleep
,
he
sank
deeper
and
deeper
into
himself
,
leading
the
triumphant
entry
into
his
innermost
fortress
,
where
he
dreamed
of
an
odoriferous
victory
banquet
,
a
gigantic
orgy
with
clouds
of
incense
and
fogs
of
myrrh
,
held
in
his
own
honor
.
WITH
THE
acquisition
of
Grenouille
,
the
House
of
Giuseppe
Baidini
began
its
ascent
to
national
,
indeed
European
renown
.
The
Persian
chimes
never
stopped
ringing
,
the
herons
never
stopped
spewing
in
the
shop
on
the
Pont-au-Change
.
The
very
first
evening
,
Grenouille
had
to
prepare
a
large
demijohn
full
of
Nuit
Napolitaine
,
of
which
over
eighty
flacons
were
sold
in
the
course
of
the
next
day
.
The
fame
of
the
scent
spread
like
wildfire
.
Chenier
's
eyes
grew
glassy
from
the
moneys
paid
and
his
back
ached
from
all
the
deep
bows
he
had
to
make
,
for
only
persons
of
high
,
indeed
highest
,
rank-or
at
least
the
servants
of
persons
of
high
and
highest
rank
--
appeared
.
One
day
the
door
was
flung
back
so
hard
it
rattled
;
in
stepped
the
footman
of
Count
d'Argenson
and
shouted
,
as
only
footmen
can
shout
,
that
he
wanted
five
bottles
of
this
new
scent
.
Chenier
was
still
shaking
with
awe
fifteen
minutes
later
,
for
Count
d'Argenson
was
commissary
and
war
minister
to
His
Majesty
and
the
most
powerful
man
in
Paris.While
Chenier
was
subjected
to
the
onslaught
of
customers
in
the
shop
,
Baidini
had
shut
himself
up
in
his
laboratory
with
his
new
apprentice
.
He
justified
this
state
of
affairs
to
Chenier
with
a
fantastic
theory
that
he
called
"
division
of
labor
and
increased
productivity
.
"
For
years
,
he
explained
,
he
had
patiently
watched
while
Pelissier
and
his
ilk-despisers
of
the
ancient
craft
,
all-had
enticed
his
customers
away
and
made
a
shambles
of
his
business
.
His
forbearance
was
now
at
an
end
.
He
was
accepting
their
challenge
and
striking
back
at
these
cheeky
parvenus
,
and
,
what
was
more
,
with
their
own
weapons
.
Every
season
,
every
month
,
if
necessary
every
week
,
he
would
play
trumps
,
a
new
perfume
.
And
what
perfumes
they
would
be
!
He
would
draw
fully
upon
his
creative
talents
.
And
for
that
it
was
necessary
that
he
--
assisted
only
by
an
unskilled
helper-would
be
solely
and
exclusively
responsible
for
the
production
of
scents
,
while
Chenier
would
devote
himself
exclusively
to
their
sale
.
By
using
such
modern
methods
,
they
would
open
a
new
chapter
in
the
history
of
perfumery
,
sweeping
aside
their
competitors
and
growing
incomparably
rich-yes
,
he
had
consciously
and
explicitly
said
"
they
,
"
because
he
intended
to
allow
his
old
and
trusted
journeyman
to
share
a
given
percentage
of
these
incomparable
riches.Only
a
few
days
before
,
Chenier
would
have
regarded
such
talk
as
a
sign
of
his
master
's
incipient
senility
.
"
Ready
for
the
Charite
,
"
he
would
have
thought
.
"
It
wo
n't
be
long
now
before
he
lays
down
the
pestle
for
good
.
"
But
now
he
was
not
thinking
at
all
.
He
did
n't
get
around
to
it
,
he
simply
had
too
much
to
do
.
He
had
so
much
to
do
that
come
evening
he
was
so
exhausted
he
could
hardly
empty
out
the
cashbox
and
siphon
off
his
cut
.
Not
in
his
wildest
dreams
would
he
have
doubted
that
things
were
not
on
the
up
and
up
,
though
Baldini
emerged
from
his
laboratory
almost
daily
with
some
new
scent.And
what
scents
they
were
!
Not
just
perfumes
of
high
,
indeed
highest
,
quality
,
but
also
cremes
and
powders
,
soaps
,
hair
tonics
,
toilet
waters
,
oils
...
Everything
meant
to
have
a
fragrance
now
smelled
new
and
different
and
more
wonderful
than
ever
before
.
And
as
if
bewitched
,
the
public
pounced
upon
everything
,
absolutely
everything-even
the
newfangled
scented
hair
ribbons
that
Baldini
created
one
day
on
a
curious
whim
.
And
price
was
no
object
.
Everything
that
Baldini
produced
was
a
success
.
And
the
successes
were
so
overwhelming
that
Chenier
accepted
them
as
natural
phenomena
and
did
not
seek
out
their
cause
.
That
perhaps
the
new
apprentice
,
that
awkward
gnome
,
who
was
housed
like
a
dog
in
the
laboratory
and
whom
one
saw
sometimes
when
the
master
stepped
out
,
standing
in
the
background
wiping
off
glasses
and
cleaning
mortars-that
this
cipher
of
a
man
might
be
implicated
in
the
fabulous
blossoming
of
their
business
,
Chenier
would
not
have
believed
had
he
been
told
it.Naturally
,
the
gnome
had
everything
to
do
with
it
.
Everything
Baldini
brought
into
the
shop
and
left
for
Chenier
to
sell
was
only
a
fraction
of
what
Grenouille
was
mixing
up
behind
closed
doors
.
Baldini
could
n't
smell
fast
enough
to
keep
up
with
him
.
At
times
he
was
truly
tormented
by
having
to
choose
among
the
glories
that
Grenouille
produced
.
This
sorcerer
's
apprentice
could
have
provided
recipes
for
all
the
perfumers
of
France
without
once
repeating
himself
,
without
once
producing
something
of
inferior
or
even
average
quality
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
could
not
have
provided
them
with
recipes
,
i.e.
,
formulas
,
for
at
first
Grenouille
still
composed
his
scents
in
the
totally
chaotic
and
unprofessional
manner
familiar
to
Baldini
,
mixing
his
ingredients
impromptu
and
in
apparent
wild
confusion
.
Unable
to
control
the
crazy
business
,
but
hoping
at
least
to
get
some
notion
of
it
,
Baldini
demanded
one
day
that
Grenouille
use
scales
,
measuring
glasses
,
and
the
pipette
when
preparing
his
mixtures
,
even
though
he
considered
them
unnecessary
;
further
,
he
was
to
get
used
to
regarding
the
alcohol
not
as
another
fragrance
,
but
as
a
solvent
to
be
added
at
the
end
;
and
,
for
God
's
sake
,
he
would
simply
have
to
go
about
things
more
slowly
,
at
an
easier
and
slower
pace
,
as
befitted
a
craftsman.Grenouille
did
it
.
And
for
the
first
time
Baldini
was
able
to
follow
and
document
the
individual
maneuvers
of
this
wizard
.
Paper
and
pen
in
hand
,
constantly
urging
a
slower
pace
,
he
sat
next
to
Grenouille
and
jotted
down
how
many
drams
of
this
,
how
many
level
measures
of
that
,
how
many
drops
of
some
other
ingredient
wandered
into
the
mixing
bottles
.
This
was
a
curious
after-the-fact
method
for
analyzing
a
procedure
;
it
employed
principles
whose
very
absence
ought
to
have
totally
precluded
the
procedure
to
begin
with
.
But
by
employing
this
method
,
Baldini
finally
managed
to
obtain
such
synthetic
formulas
.
How
it
was
that
Grenouille
could
mix
his
perfumes
without
the
formulas
was
still
a
puzzle
,
or
better
,
a
miracle
,
to
Baldini
,
but
at
least
he
had
captured
this
miracle
in
a
formula
,
satisfying
in
part
his
thirst
for
rules
and
order
and
preventing
the
total
collapse
of
his
perfumer
's
universe
.
In
due
time
he
ferreted
out
the
recipes
for
all
the
perfumes
Grenouille
had
thus
far
invented
,
and
finally
he
forbade
him
to
create
new
scents
unless
he
,
Baldini
,
was
present
with
pen
and
paper
to
observe
the
process
with
Argus
eyes
and
to
document
it
step
by
step
.
In
his
fastidious
,
prickly
hand
,
he
copied
his
notes
,
soon
consisting
of
dozens
of
formulas
,
into
two
different
little
books-one
he
locked
in
his
fireproof
safe
and
the
other
he
always
carried
with
him
,
even
sleeping
with
it
at
night
.
That
reassured
him
.
For
now
,
should
he
wish
,
he
could
himself
perform
Gre-nouille
's
miracles
,
which
had
on
first
encounter
so
profoundly
shaken
him
.
He
believed
that
by
collecting
these
written
formulas
,
he
could
exorcise
the
terrible
creative
chaos
erupting
from
his
apprentice
.
Also
the
fact
that
he
no
longer
merely
stood
there
staring
stupidly
,
but
was
able
to
participate
in
the
creative
process
by
observing
and
recording
it
,
had
a
soothing
effect
on
Baldini
and
strengthened
his
self-confidence
.
After
a
while
he
even
came
to
believe
that
he
made
a
not
insignificant
contribution
to
the
success
of
these
sublime
scents
.
And
when
he
had
once
entered
them
in
his
little
books
and
entrusted
them
to
his
safe
and
his
bosom
,
he
no
longer
doubted
that
they
were
now
his
and
his
alone.But
Grenouille
,
too
,
profited
from
the
disciplined
procedures
Baldini
had
forced
upon
him
.
He
was
not
dependent
on
them
himself
.
He
never
had
to
look
up
an
old
formula
to
reconstruct
a
perfume
weeks
or
months
later
,
for
he
never
forgot
an
odor
.
But
by
using
the
obligatory
measuring
glasses
and
scales
,
he
learned
the
language
of
perfumery
,
and
he
sensed
instinctively
that
the
knowledge
of
this
language
could
be
of
service
to
him
.
After
a
few
weeks
Grenouille
had
mastered
not
only
the
names
of
all
the
odors
in
Baldini
's
laboratory
,
but
he
was
also
able
to
record
the
formulas
for
his
perfumes
on
his
own
and
,
vice
versa
,
to
convert
other
people
's
formulas
and
instructions
into
perfumes
and
other
scented
products
.
And
not
merely
that
!
Once
he
had
learned
to
express
his
fragrant
ideas
in
drops
and
drams
,
he
no
longer
even
needed
the
intermediate
step
of
experimentation
.
When
Baldini
assigned
him
a
new
scent
,
whether
for
a
handkerchief
cologne
,
a
sachet
,
or
a
face
paint
,
Grenouille
no
longer
reached
for
flacons
and
powders
,
but
instead
simply
sat
himself
down
at
the
table
and
wrote
the
formula
straight
out
.
He
had
learned
to
extend
the
journey
from
his
mental
notion
of
a
scent
to
the
finished
perfume
by
way
of
writing
down
the
formula
.
For
him
it
was
a
detour
.
In
the
world
's
eyes-that
is
,
in
Baldini
's
-
it
was
progress
.
Grenouille
's
miracles
remained
the
same
.
But
the
recipes
he
now
supplied
along
with
therii
removed
the
terror
,
and
that
was
for
the
best
.
The
more
Grenouille
mastered
the
tricks
and
tools
of
the
trade
,
the
better
he
was
able
to
express
himself
in
the
conventional
language
of
perfumery-and
the
less
his
master
feared
and
suspected
him
.
While
still
regarding
him
as
a
person
with
exceptional
olfactory
gifts
,
Baldini
no
longer
considered
him
a
second
Frangipani
or
,
worse
,
some
weird
wizard-and
that
was
fine
with
Grenouille
.
