“Jean-Baptiste Grenouille is orphaned at birth, and passed from pillar to post like an unwanted parcel, for he lacks any human odour and so any semblance of human sympathies. Yet he can literally sniff his way to his destiny, and the date with the gallows.” Ann
An erotic masterpiece of twentieth century fiction – a tale of sensual obsession and bloodlust in eighteenth century Paris.
In eighteenth-century France there lived a man who was one of the most gifted and abominable personages in an era that knew no lack of gifted and abominable personages. His name was Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, and if his name has been forgotten today, it is certainly not because Grenouille fell short of those more famous blackguards when it came to arrogance, misanthropy, immorality, or, more succinctly, wickedness, but because his gifts and his sole ambition were restricted to a domain that leaves no traces in history: to the fleeting realm of scent . . .