There was a perfumer, named Giuseppe Baldini, he was dealing with a difficult problem, he had no more customer. Pelissier, another perfumer created a perfume named Amor and Psyche took all the customer of Baldini. Baldini tried to copy that perfume but he couldn't, so he planned to move far away when he forgot that he ordered some goatskins from Maitre Grimal, the tannery "to use as a blotter". The one who delivered the goatskin was Grenouille. Baldini didn't need them anymore but he had to let Grenouille take the goatskins inside the baker before somebody thought that he couldn't pay for them. When Grenouille came to the laboratory, he could tell Baldini the formula of Amor and Psyche. He didn't know all the names in the formula, but he could point through the dark, to the bottle of attar,or balm. Grenouille not only could mix an exactly Amor and Psyche, but also could created a better one. On the next day, Baldini went to the tannery of Grimal to pay for the goatskins with no grumble and purchased Grenouille. Grimal agreed with a happy feeling that he made a good deal, after that he drank two bottles of wine and lost the way. He was drunk so when he fell down, his face was in the water, and he was dead.
Grenouille made the baker' dozen of Baldini became famous again. Of course nobody thought that an apprentice like Grenouille stayed in the laboratory all the time to created the perfumes. To be truth, the perfumes were wonderful, nothing similar but all strange and brilliant. Baldini let him do his own way, but he also taught him how to boil, to make the attar and flower oil. When Grenouille could do all by himself, Baldini just left everything to him. That was why he could have chance to make his experiments. He successed in created some oils of some plants, but not with glass, or blood, or wood etc. Grenouille had to understand that he couldn't control all kinds of scent, he fell to ill with heavy sweats and redish blisters. Baldini must have moved him to his bed and asked the doctor to came but nobody could do anything. At the end, Baldini felt hopeless until Grenouille asked: "Are there other ways to extract the scent from things besides pressing or distilling?"
Balidini thought this was the last wish of the dead man so he just said that there were other ways, in the south. Grenouille said" Good" and closed his eyes, but not dead, he just slept and one week later, he was fine again with no more blisters. After that, Grenouille worked for Baldini for three more years just to have a journeyman's papers and then he could go, with "a little rucksack, a second shirt, two pairs of stoocking, a large sausage, a horse blanket, and twenty- five francs", after all what he had done for Baldini. Without a shaking hand of Baldini, he came to the south to follow his ambition. Baldini didn't feel pity or anything like that, he didn't like Grenouille. All he thought about was to become the best perfumer ever, he slept on his bed, next to his wife with a notebook of hundreds formula of perfume in his hand. Unfortunately, a royal decree required that the buildings on the bridge be torn down, the servants of Baldini went out already, only he and his wife were hurtled into the river with everything in the laboratory, and the notebook, too.
This path make me understand more about the perfume, really. And I can feel that control the scents is Grenouille is his, he couldn't live without, another thing I see now, that everbody who had a relatives with Grenouille were dead after they met him, it this some kind of destiny?
Friday, October 26, 2007
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great job! I like this novel
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