Strangely enough, Olfactory Factory—long regarded as the finest perfumery in all of Paris—smells of nothing in particular. Everything is Mise En Place—test tubes bubbling and fizzing on the counter, flowers and herbs freshly cut, and cauldrons softly singing “La Vie En Rose” to themselves as they wait for Monsieur Odeur.
And yet—no scents hang in the dry…
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