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allowing the essence
to condense here
until it finally appears
here.
Of course,
out on the hillside above Grasse
we had only to bellow
pure, fresh air.
Ah, Grasse. What a town.
The Rome of scents.
The Promised Land of perfume.
No man can rightly
call himself a perfumer
unless he has proved his worth
in that hallowed place.
Not to worry.
Happens all the time.
To Grasse.
Master.
Look.
The very soul of the rose.
Jean-Baptiste.
What's wrong?
Jean-Baptiste.
What have you done?
- You lied.
- What?
You lied to me.
How dare you talk to me like that.
You said I could capture
the scent of anything.
And so you can.
What do you smell?
What do you smell?
Nothing.
What were you expecting to smell?
Glass.
But glass doesn't smell.
Course it does.
What's this?
I don't smell a thing.
Enough!
You were trying to distill
the smell of copper?
Iron? Glass? Copper?
What else did you try?
No!
Have you gone completely insane?
You told me I had to experiment.
Experiment? Experiment?
But not with the cat.
What kind of a human being are you?
Don't you know anything?
You can no more distill
the scent of a cat
than you can distill
the scent of you or me.
I can't?
Of course not!
He is in stadio ultimo.
- What?
- He's dying.
- I fear not.
- No! He cannot die.
Well, my fee is 50 francs.
You charlatan!
You can't even name the disease!
No! Jean-Baptiste!
You cannot do this to me.
Not now. Not yet.
Is there
any other way
to preserve smell
besides distill it?
Jean-Baptiste?
Is there, master?
Well, yes, I believe there is.
What is it?
It is known as the mysterious
art of enfleurage.
Can you teach me?
Not even I am intimate
with its secrets.
But could I learn it in Grasse?
- Well...
- Could I?
Where else but in Grasse?
Wthin a week Grenouille
was well again,
but to travel to Grasse to fnd
ajob he needed journey papers.
Baldini agreed to provide them
on condition that
Grenouille left him
not less than one hundred
formulas for new perfumes.
Grenouille did not mind. He
could have given him a thousand.
The morning of Grenouille's
departure, Baldini was pleased.
At last, he felt rewarded for
his many years of hard work.
He could not remember
a happier day.
Deeply satisf/ed,
he went back to sleep
and awoke no more in this life.
Wth every step he took from
the city, the happier he felt.
The air above him grew
clearer, purer, cleaner,
and at last he was able
to breathe freely.
There were two ways
to reach Grasse.
The first followed the winding
roads through the villages
while the second lead across
the mountains, down into Provence.
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