For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn’t escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who couldn’t defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.
Patrick Suskind, Perfume: The Story of A Murderer
If that is so, it is of little wonder then as to how Grasse, the little town that is built on the side of a hill inland of the coast of the French Riviera, came to be recognized as the perfume capital of the world.
The Parfumerie Fragonard is one of the three legendary parfumeries (the other two being the Galimard and the Molinard) that offers free visits and guided tours through their factory and museum daily. Although I am not one who cares much about perfumes and scents (I have a low tolerance for them as they tend to cause me headaches and eye sores, somehow), I found the tour to be most engaging and surprisingly enjoyable.
We did walk up the steps, minus the red carpet. :p