Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fragrance of Memories: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

Paris, April. The clusters of lilac flowers swayed gently by the window, their sweet fragrance lingering like a delicate invitation from spring. In the research room, filled with the essence of oils, Camille Dubois felt as though the world had sunk into a silent gloom.She reached out, fumbling for a small glass bottle. The label, faded with time, read: Centifolia Rose Essential Oil, Grasse, 2018. The last drops of oil shimmered under the warm light, as if holding onto the golden rays of a distant summer's day.Memories rushed back to her: beneath the radiant sun of Grasse, a ten-year-old Camille ran carefree across the endless rose fields, her clothes filled with their fragrance. Her grandfather, Laurent Dubois, a master perfumer, bent down, plucking a Centifolia rose still wet with morning dew and placed it in her small hand.“Camille, smell this. Scent is not just a fragrance. It is the soul of all things, the memory of time.”The delicate rose unfurled, releasing its soft, pure ar

The room fell into silence. Outside the window, the Parisian sky blazed with shades of red and orange as the day began to fade. A new chapter was closing, but for Camille, everything felt as if it were just beginning.Antoine’s words, bold as they were, ignited a spark in Camille—a spark of passion that she thought had long been extinguished. Perfume wasn’t just about scent; it was about stories, emotions, and journeys that transcend time, reaching into the deepest corners of the soul."Stories?" Camille repeated, her voice filled with curiosity. "Can you give me an example?""Of course." Antoine moved toward his computer, his fingers gliding across the keyboard. "For instance, this scent..."An image of a cobbled street in old Paris appeared on the screen. It was Montmartre, the artist’s quarter atop a hill with sloping streets, shaded café terraces, and the distant sound of an accordion."'Muse,' analyze scent data from Montmartre, 1900," Antoine instructed, excitement evident in hi

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. Antoine jumped up and walked towards the towering bookshelf in the corner of the room. It was a treasure trove of invaluable formulas from Laurent Dubois, where the master perfumer had stored his secret recipes and rare essential oils, and Antoine had been fortunate enough to have access to them."I think I’ve found what you need," he called out with a hint of excitement.Camille looked up at him, still puzzled. Antoine often surprised her, but this time, she was genuinely curious. Could this "tech wizard" really grasp the delicate void in the fragrance she was striving to perfect?Antoine swiftly scanned the rows of old shelves, gently taking hold of a box, and brought it over to Camille. "Laurent truly was a genius," he murmured, his eyes filled with admiration. "He always knew how to amaze."Antoine opened the box, revealing a small glass vial. The liquid inside shimmered with a pale golden hue. A subtle scent wafted out—soft, yet deeply allur