In the slums of eighteenth-century France, the infant Jean-Baptiste Grenouille is born with one sublime gift — an absolute sense of smell. As a boy, he lives to decipher the odors of Paris, and apprentices himself to a prominent perfumer who teaches him the ancient art of mixing precious oils and herbs.
But Grenouille’s genius is such that he is not satisfied to stop there, and he becomes obsessed with capturing the smells of objects such as brass doorknobs and fresh-cut wood. Then one day he catches a hint of a scent that will drive him on an ever-more-terrifying quest to create the “ultimate perfume” — the scent of a beautiful young virgin.
I still remember when I read this book. It was a few years back, I was still in school and had just seen the movie on TV and liked it.
Obviously I had to read it.
Now, usually I wouldn’t pick up a book that doesn’t take place in our time. A book set in the 19th or 18th century? No way. But this book … Damn this book was so freaking good. The writing was excellent. The characters were amazingly written. And the story was just as unique and original as it was creepy and sick.