Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“Human odour was nothing special. Children smelled insipid, men urinous, all sour sweat and cheese, women smelled of rancid fat and rotting fish.”

A long time ago (many moons), I worked in a well-known high street music shop. We had our fair share of “strange” customers and one in particular sprang to mind while I was reading this book. He was known as “The CD Sniffer”. He used to come in and smell the cd cases, sometimes he would lick them too, so utterly bizarre. I wonder now if he could smell every person that had touched that cd, smell their odour. (((Shudders))

Anyway, the book, loved most of it, hated some of it. Weird, revolting, deranged, stinky and so very very strange. Extra olfactory perception is my game, world domination by odour is my aim.

Did I say it was weird? Because it really really is, Just so weird.