5/13/2023 0 Comments Das Parfüm by Patrick Süskind![]() ![]() I remember the bitter, smoky smell of the pits (so environmentally destructive, but whatever) that my neighbors dug in which they burned wood slowly for months to make a small supply of coal. I remember the green, earthy smell of the rice paddies where I grew up. I remember sleeping with the window open, as the night air was filled with the scents of the flowering trees that grew outside my grandparents' house. ![]() White, waxen, and filled with the most beautiful, deep, richly floral scent that even as a 5-year old I could feel was seductive without ever knowing the meaning or the existence of the word. ![]() They were huge, each petal as wide as a fingernail. Those jasmines would put the pitiful little star jasmines to shame. I remember as a child, growing up in Vietnam, visiting my elderly neighbor's house and having him give me a cup of black tea infused with jasmine. I have never been a visual person, my memories are composed of layers of scent. The fact that this book had blood and murder was just a bonus.įor me, perfumes and scents are a visceral thing. I was predisposed to love this book no matter what. ![]()
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