[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

The candles mixed with incense, the bright crystal chandelier, the floor as smooth as a mirror, the big bed that is soft enough to sink into, and the silk pajamas from the East, all these seem like a dream in a fairy tale, and I won’t blink Opening his eyes, he looked at the suffocatingly gorgeous everything, and followed the servant carefully up the stairs, for fear that a big movement would shatter the dream.

"Come here, Adele." The maid washed me up and put on a white nightgown, and brought me to the master's study. The man holding my pendant was looking at it carefully under the oil lamp , Seeing me coming in, he waved me gently.

From the mouth of the maid, I already know that he is Antoine Riches, the second councilor of Grasse, and the richest citizen here.

"You and your mother really look alike, and Xia's hair is as black and smooth as yours." Richis pulled me closer, looked at me kindly and smiled, and the smile faded away the frown between his brows, " But those green eyes are in our Riches tradition, aren't they, Laura?"

"Yes, Dad, our eyes are indeed very similar." On the other side of the desk, the eldest lady of the family, Laura Riches, also smiled at me friendly.She is probably several years older than me, and her body is in the best period of development, like a flower that has not yet fully bloomed, but it has already exuded a moving fragrance.

"Where's your mother Xia?" Richis asked me.

His pronunciation of xia was a bit strange, and it was obvious that he was not very familiar with how to say this syllable from the East. I answered him truthfully: "She has passed away."

"Dead? Alas, what a pity. When she ran away with you, I should have stepped up and sent someone to chase after you," Richis shook his head and sighed, "Your mother is a good woman, but it's a pity that her status is too low. It's normal for her to be unwilling to let her be my wife, but it's too willful for her to take you with her."

Is it?I looked up at him, carefully studied the facial expression of this man, and asked him, "Sir, who are you?"

Riches answered me seriously: "Son, I am your father, my own father. The Laura sitting over there is your half-sister."

Laura nodded and smiled: "Welcome home, Adele."

I froze.

It all looks more like a fairy tale——

I, a poor waif who lost her mother since childhood, wandered to Grasse with my poor friends and strayed into a luxurious manor. The neighing of the horse aroused the vigilance of the owner of the manor, relying on myself as a seemingly harmless little girl , I took the initiative to expose myself so that my friend could leave, but in the end, I was accidentally recognized by the owner of the manor, and became his not-so-righteous illegitimate daughter, and was thoughtfully given the identity of a "distant niece" by the owner to prevent him from doing this. A disgraceful past is exposed.

No, this is not a fairy tale, but dog blood.

It may be because I have been at the bottom of the city for a long time, and I always have some bad habits. Therefore, Rixis disciplined me very strictly, and invited a special tutor to guide me in etiquette and speaking, from dining to saluting, from Dressed to speak decently, and two teachers are responsible for teaching me to write, read and learn the languages ​​of other countries. At my request, I even taught me Latin, which is only used in academic circles.

Richis is a widower. Laura, who is a few years older than me, is the only child under his name. I don’t know if there are any illegitimate children like me. Anyway, Laura is not hostile to me, but very friendly. Glad to have a younger sister who can be my companion.I think this is probably because my daughter does not have the right to inherit the inheritance, and she is the most beautiful and favored, so I don't worry about what I will compete with her at all.

But it may also be that my heart is dark. The feeling of going from hell to heaven is not as good as I imagined. Believe that there is a free lunch in the world.

Richis can't even name my mother, and it sounds like he hasn't even sent anyone after us since we left, I can't believe how much fatherly love he has for a bastard daughter who pops up out of nowhere, I don't even He felt that part of his over-doting on Laura was because Laura was amazingly beautiful and would be able to marry a good husband with power and status in the future.

Maybe I'm too frightened, full of the greatest malice to speculate on everything I have so far.However, I have to say that Richis’ hiring of people is very useful for my education, and his full study is also my favorite place in this manor.And I was surprised to find that I read very quickly, not only can read ten lines at a glance, but also can remember most of the content in the book.

Richis did not prevent me from studying, he only forbade me to go out, saying that he would not allow me to go out until I had learned the manners of a lady and formally introduced me to the society of Grasse.

I always get the feeling that when he says this, he's assessing the best possible benefits of a product's debut.In short, I am powerless to resist this order of confinement, but I am full of resistance and displeasure.

Because I'm starting to miss Grenouille.

【Jean Grenouille】

It should be two years before that girly fragrance matures.

On the Louvre Street not far from Porte Vernay, a small perfume workshop with only one woman and one assistant, this is my latest stop.

I need to learn all the methods of extracting aroma here, until I finally know how to extract the aroma of the human body.

Two years, I only have two years.

At the end of July, jasmine season begins.

The following August, night bluebell season begins.

Both are beautifully scented, but also fragile flowers, which must be left to die slowly in their sleep, either scattered on a cold greased plate or wrapped loosely in an oiled cloth towel.

The cold grease extraction method is the most ingenious and effective means of obtaining fragile aromas.I'm glad I learned a very useful extraction method and have enjoyed putting it into practice.

I'm confident I'm doing these things more efficiently than any perfume expert, the other guy, Drew, is showing up less and less, he's doing his thing on the lady's bed, if he reeks of sweat and semen, Just to go to the "Four Heirs" tavern.

I know exactly what they're doing, but it's none of my business, and as long as no one bothers me to get the scent, I'm content.

Now, this small studio of the perfume workshop is basically owned by me alone. Two years is not a long time. I must seize the opportunity to test the methods I have learned. I believe that there will always be a method that can extract the human body. Fragrant.

Today I am going to try the oil extraction method, which is a common extraction method for daffodils. I smelled a new scent in the lavender field, and it was not bad. I decided to use her to try the effect of the oil extraction method.This method has to soak the whole person in the oil tank, so I have to throw her in when she just died, so as to preserve her fragrance to the greatest extent.

"Will you kill me for my smell, while I'm not paying attention?"

There was a voice that kept repeating in my head, which almost made me mess up the process at one point.I know whose voice it is, she asked me that in the tunnel on the mountain, but I don't need to explain it any more, I just need to concentrate on my current work.

No one will stop me from doing anything anymore.

The one who keeps talking in my head, she's at that estate, with that scent that I hold dearest.I can smell the faint fragrance on her body, the hair, clothes and shoes intertwined with all kinds of incense. Her life is no worse than that of any noble lady.

I don't care how this happened, maybe it's because in my heart, Adele is different from other people. Even if she lives in a bridge hole and sleeps in a cemetery with street children, she still has something special and attractive. Up-and-coming temperament.

Yes, temperament, when she has no fragrance, I can only use this dry word to describe her.

Six months have passed since the day I stepped into the manor with her, and I remember it very clearly. My premonition did come true. She stayed in the manor, and I lived in the chalet behind the monastery or the perfume workshop. There is no intersection between my life and I will never miss her again.

So be it, focus on the task at hand, Grenouille, time is running out.It should be a good thing that she doesn't show up and bother you anymore, right?