Olfactory failure

Perfume is the understanding of nature and the judgment of people.

The "sense of smell failure" is based on Wen Yanshu's identification and understanding of thousands of fragrances in nature, and through application and blending, he created the scent of love and lust that he recognizes.

In his eyes, this breath comes from Zheng Chengyan, and in the eyes of thousands of perfume experiencers, this breath may come from the person they are looking for or have met.

The sense of smell can sense breath, but when the sense of smell fails, love is the only driving force.

In the process of explaining the plan, the recipe that records all his creative process is placed on the side of the desk, and Wen Yanshu can see it occasionally when he lowers his eyes, and he does not need to look through it, it is clear enough in his mind Review all material names and values.

He stood with his head held high in front of the curtain and talked eloquently, with the calm and calm mentality he is used to in his familiar field, but today he is more confident than in the past, probably because today's tie is Zheng Chengyan. Help him tie it.

Zheng Chengyan tied him a romantic half-Windsor knot, which highlighted his demeanor and confidence. When he fastened a simple and unobtrusive pen-shaped tie clip on him, Zheng Chengyan bowed his head and kissed him.

"Yanshu, I can't help myself in front of you, you don't know how much restraint I have to act in order to act as if nothing happened."

--restraint.

This is one of the blind feelings that Wen Yanshu summarized for the top notes of "Smell Loss", so he mainly uses bergamot and violet to neutralize the smell of aldehydes, adding a sense of distance that seems to be absent in the elegant temperament.

The middle tune was realized after Wen Yanshu had an accidental relationship with Zheng Chengyan. He chose juniper berry and nutmeg as the introduction of the middle tune. An invasion secretly conspired on a rainy night, it seems impulsive, but it has been hinted in your ear for a long time.

The right proportion of pepper and orris root are the middle notes, which seem to be successfully suppressed by lust, and it is only when they step into the back notes silently that they have sunk.

Wen Yanshu defines the "sense of smell failure" as a spicy woody fragrance. If the middle note embodies "spicy", then the base notes embody warm and steady woody fragrance, patchouli, hibiscus, elemi and vetiver. The combination of grass makes this fragrance lingering, enough to be conceived as a sense of security accompanied by falling asleep.

The 45-minute speech went smoothly. Wen Yanshu spent many days and nights designing the formula and typing the plan himself, which was approved unanimously.

One of Nafieli's senior partners asked: "Group Leader Wen, what is the special meaning of the launch date you set?"

Wen Yanshu expects that the perfume will be on the shelves on November 11 this year. He stroked the tie on his chest and finally showed a light smile after the rigorous speech: "This is the wedding anniversary of my husband and I , Most of the inspiration for this incense comes from him."

The partner smiled understandingly and didn't dig into the perfumer's privacy.

Excluding personal emotions, this date happens to be in the fourth quarter, and Nafieli, who is obviously the leader in the perfume industry, can compete with many competing new products, and this date is completely reasonable.

Nafieli began to arrange for mass production, and Wen Yanshu was free. In addition to preparing for the research and development of the next fragrance product, he only needed to regularly monitor the quality of the product.

The holiday notice was hung up on the system one week in advance. The day before the holiday, the employees of Nafieli finally looked forward to the New Year’s Eve dinner held by the company after finishing their work. Usually, they would compete with each other during off-duty hours. Today, everyone was alive and well before departure. Go to the dinner venue.

Before going out in the morning, Wen Yanshu mentioned to Zheng Chengyan that he would not go home for dinner in the evening, worried that Zheng Chengyan would be too busy and forget about it, so he called Zheng Chengyan before leaving the fragrance room.

The reception over there was quick, and Zheng Chengyan strode down the corridor on the twentieth floor with a few documents in his arms: "I'm free."

Yu Lin glanced over, slowed down and fell behind a certain distance and consciously avoided it.

Wen Yanshu put the messy spice bottles on the table one by one according to the labels, and was stunned: "I didn't ask you."

"I thought your ass hurt like last week and called me to pick you up." Zheng Chengyan opened the office door with his fingerprint lock, glanced at the white porcelain bottle when he put down the documents, and cleaned the wilting flowers before leaving get off work. It was thrown away, and he never asked Yulin to order a fresh bunch.

Wen Yanshu was already able to calmly accept Zheng Chengyan's nasty words, he bent over and opened the drawer to find something to put in his pocket, he was a little cautious when he straightened up: "My waist hurts a bit."

Zheng Chengyan sank into the boss's chair, with a very comfortable expression: "Then next time, I won't lie on the handrail of the stairs, it's too painful."

Wen Yanshu slammed the curtains shut: "Whose problem?"

"Mocha, blame it for sleeping on my bed." Zheng Chengyan laughed, "How did you evolve from the Three-Character Classic to the Four-Character Classic?"

Wen Yanshu thought about it for a while, and it was true, he smiled secretly, but his tone still couldn't tell the emotion: "I won't go home for dinner tonight."

"Didn't I say it this morning, Nafieli is holding a dinner at the International Hotel, I remember." Zheng Chengyan said, "If you drink alcohol, call me, I'll pick you up, and I'll be there in 2 minutes."

Wen Yanshu didn't believe it: "I didn't even touch the threshold of the community in 2 minutes."

Zheng Chengyan said: "I'm worried that you will walk around the place when it's late."

After hanging up the phone, You Lin appeared from the door in time with a small sachet on her shoulders: "Mr. Zheng, are you still leaving?"

"It's ready, it's best to arrive at the serving point, so that they don't come over in groups to compliment, which is annoying." Zheng Chengyan had enough rest, and his back relaxed out of the seat, "Is the draft of the year-end speech ready, I see look."

Yulin took out the folded paper from her bag: "Here."

Zheng Chengyan got up from his side and shook the speech manuscript, said with a headache: "There are so many words, I'll just read the beginning and the end, so that the employees don't slap their palms before they get the food."

All the parking spaces downstairs of the International Hotel were occupied. Zheng Chengyan turned off the engine and got out of the car, and stood in front of the two welcome signs at the entrance with his pocket in his pocket.

The colors and patterns of the brands are similar, the one on the left reads "IDR Advertising Company New Year's Eve Dinner", and the one on the right says "Nafeli's New Year's Eve Dinner".

The lobby manager recognized him and politely stepped forward to ask what was wrong with the welcome card.

Zheng Chengyan thought about it, Nafeli is far away from the International Hotel, and there are many traffic lights on the road, it is estimated that Wen Yanshu has not arrived yet.

So he made up his own mind and said: "Remove the sign on the left, our company is relatively low-key."

As soon as the front foot of the sign was removed, Wen Yanshu arrived behind him. He glanced at the welcome sign. Nafieli's New Year's Eve dinner was held in the banquet hall on the fifth floor.

A group of men poured into the door, all of them in suits and leather shoes did not look like Nafieli employees. One of them said, "Why is there no name for our company?"

The lady who came in behind turned off her mobile phone: "Didn't you see the big group? The boss said that you should keep a low profile and don't steal the limelight if you shouldn't."

As soon as the elevator on the right went up, Wen Yanshu followed the group of people into the one on the left. He pressed the button for the fifth floor, and the lady stood close and said, "Sixth floor, thank you."

After finishing speaking, she fixed her eyes on his side face for a long while, then she realized something, turned around and quietly made a silence gesture to the male colleague who also noticed the situation.

Wen Yanshu left the car on the fifth floor, and the elevator door closed again. The lady couldn't hide her excitement: "It's Mr. Wen! Last time he came to pick Mr. Zheng up from get off work with a violet in his hand. He has a vague love for our boss!"

Zheng Chengyan didn't know that he was treated as a melon and fruit snack by the staff behind his back, but he only knew that the speech simplified into two or three sentences did not dampen the enthusiasm of the staff. He just sat down at the table and picked up the chopsticks. Come over to clink glasses with him one after another.

The wine glasses clinked countless times, and there was not too much champagne in the glass. Zheng Chengyan wanted to go to the fifth floor to catch Nafieli's meal, but he was afraid of leaving a bad impression on Nafeili who came uninvited.

Later, a female employee came to wish him and Wen Yanshu a happy marriage for a hundred years. This sentence sounded good. Zheng Chengyan raised his eyes and saw that the other party was the copywriter girl who spread the flower language all over the company. The wine in the glass was suffocated in one gulp.

After drinking for three rounds, the employees got carried away watching the performance on the stage. After the performance, Zheng Chengyan didn't need to show up in the lottery. He whispered a few words to the vice president sitting next to him, and left the banquet hall in full clothes to breathe outside.

A floor away, Wen Yanshu also left his seat. There were many people smoking in the arena, and his nasal cavity couldn't stand the excessive tossing.

There is an open public terrace on each floor, and there is no one on the terrace at the moment, Wen Yanshu rests his hands on the guardrail and wanders, takes out his mobile phone and sends a message to Zheng Chengyan: Look at Mocha.

Zheng Chengyan replied in seconds: If you think about it, let me just say it, don't use such inferior excuses.

Wen Yanshu was really afraid that Zheng Chengyan would throw his phone downstairs due to some shocking words, so he turned his back against the guardrail and continued typing: Can I take a photo of Mocha hugging the owner in 2 minutes?

Zheng Chengyan: Wait.

There was no sound on the other side, Wen Yanshu was staring at the top, just jumped for 1 minute, when someone not far away suddenly called him: "Yanshu."

He looked up in surprise, Zheng Chengyan, who thought he couldn't even touch the threshold of the community, actually appeared in front of him within 2 minutes, striding towards this side, and at the same time, the smell of champagne was approaching.

Wen Yanshu guessed something, and when the boss, who was said to be low-key, stopped in front of him, he asked, "Is your company holding a dinner upstairs?"

"Well, so I can't show you the Mocha, let's take a look at its owner first." Zheng Chengyan pressed his tie that was blown up by the wind, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Yanshu didn't find it funny when he heard the IDR employees talking about the boss behind his back, but at this moment he couldn't hold back: "It's nothing."

"I recently heard some rumors," Zheng Chengyan said, "I heard that Nafieli is going to compare drafts with several advertising companies."

"Yes, the case was just filed yesterday, and the bidding notice will be officially issued after the next year." Wen Yanshu hooked the collar of his coat, "Are you nervous?"

"Nervous, what if the IDR doesn't even get the bidding qualification." Zheng Chengyan said with a smile, "What's the matter, is it hot?"

Wen Yanshu opened the neckline a little, grabbed Zheng Chengyan's tie and made people bow their heads for him: "Listen to my heartbeat."

Zheng Chengyan approached as he moved, and first smelled a gentle fragrance.

The scent of the perfume seemed strange yet familiar. He propped his hand on the guardrail and raised his face: "Sprayed with new perfume?"

Wen Yanshu held the bottle of perfume sample in his pocket for a long time, and he finally found a chance to take it out and put it in Zheng Chengyan's chest pocket: "It's your breath."