Perfume

He was born in front of a fish stall that smelled fishy and rotten, and lived in Paris, where the smell of body odor and corpses permeated his life; he mixed jasmine and musk in the first perfume he made, and years after he accidentally killed his first girl, he could still smell the sea breeze and apricot blossoms on her body. Gnu B. perceived the world through his sense of smell. He is the master of all smells, but he himself has no odor, no taste, and no love. However, that day, when he smelled the fragrance of the red-haired girl blossoming behind the wall, Gnuyi, who had neither loved nor been loved by anyone, actually experienced the taste of love for himself. He wanted to possess every bit of this maddening scent for himself. Like a layer of skin peeled off her body, he would literally turn her into a perfume of his own, a timeless collection in the kingdom of scent... Translated with DeepL.com (free version)