Perfume: The Story of a Murderer Page #2

Italian perfumer, Giuseppe Baldini,

had set up shop in the center of

the bridge called Pont au Change

on his arrival in Paris

over thirty years ago.

To be sure, at one time in

his youth, Baldini had created

several truly great perfumes,

to which he owed his fortune.

But now Baldini was

out of touch, out of fashion,

and spent his days waiting for

customers that no longer came.

- Chnier! There you are!

- Monsieur Baldini.

Put on your wig.

Put on your wig!

You going out?

I wish to retire to my study

for a few hours

and do not want to be disturbed

under any circumstances.

Will you be creating a new

perfume, Monsieur Baldini?

Correct. For Count Verhamont.

He has asked for something like...

I think he said it was called

Amor and Psyche from that swindler

in the Rue Saint Andr des Arts.

Pelissier?

Pelissier, that's him.

Amor and Psyche!

Do you know it?

everywhere these days, monsieur.

On every street corner.

In fact, I just

purchased you a sample.

In case you wanted to test it.

What on earth makes you think I'd

be interested in testing it?

You're right.

It's nothing special.

Actually

it's a very common scent.

I believe the head chord

contains lime oil.

Really? And the heart chord?

And civet in the base chord,

but, you know,

I cannot say for sure.

Well, I couldn't care less

what that bungler Pelissier

- slops into his perfumes.

- Naturally not, monsieur.

And I am thinking of creating

something for Count Verhamont

that will cause

a veritable sensation.

I'm sure it will,

Monsieur Baldini.

Take charge of the shop, Chnier,

and don't let anyone come near me.

Inspiration requires

peace and tranquility.

Is there anything else you need?

Inspiration, perhaps.

Ah, my Giuseppe.

You are still

the great perfumer Baldini.

Wonderful.

He did it again.

Lime oil.

Orange blossom,

to be sure.

And a hint of cloves, perhaps.

No.

It's gone.

Cinnamon.

It's not cinnamon.

Cloves.

No.

Musk?

No.

Who's there?

I'm from Grimal's tannery.

I've got the goatskins

you ordered.

Follow me.

This way.

There.

Lay them there.

Tell your master

that the skins are fine.

I'll come by in the next

few days and pay for them.

Yes, Monsieur.

You want to make this leather

smell good, don't you?

Why, of course and so it shall.

With Amor & Psyche

by Pelissier?

Whatever gave you the absurd idea

I would use someone else's perfume?

It's all over you.

It's on your forehead,

your nose, your hands...

It's bad, Amor & Psyche

is, Master.

There's too much rosemary in it.

And too much of...

that and that.

Bergamot and Patchouli?

Pat?

Patchouli.

Patchouli.

What else?

That and that.

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