Floating Perfume Shop

Lotus is one of four sponsors of the fragrance show.In order to cooperate with the publicity, the company sent senior perfumers to various universities to give speeches for the rookie show as usual.The rookie show was held in City C, so when Su Lan came to give a speech, she could help Zhou Tianhao investigate the small perfume shop on Qintai Road.

He doesn't understand Xiao Chongyun like Zhou Tianhao does, and he doesn't understand Zhou Tianhao's persistence.He proposed investigations, mainly to satisfy his own curiosity.After all, although the fragrance of that bottle of perfume is too rough, its structure is the "reincarnation" that is almost lost in the perfume world.Who is the perfumer of this store?Where did he learn how to modulate this structure?Whose shadow is standing behind him?

Of course, Su Lan would not feel wronged that he came to the door in person, so he called his assistant to handle the matter.The location of the perfume shop was found, but the small shop was closed for three days during the three-day lecture period.

On the evening of the third day, Xiao Chongyun took the children back to the store in the setting sun, with a hoarse voice: "Su Lan is a talented perfumer, and his understanding of perfume is completely different from ordinary people. After listening to him, the three-day speech feels like a How about it?"

Zhang Song's tone was flat: "It's not as profound as the boss's words."

Xiao Chongyun laughed, opened the store with the key that Zhang Song lowered his head, and reached out to rub the child's hair: "Of course, no perfumer will show his housekeeping skills in a speech of this level."

He tightened the collar of his windbreaker, and stepped into the dim shop.This kind of speech routine is mostly fixed. It is generally an introduction to the common sense of perfume, and then the brilliant personal experience of the speaker perfumer is displayed through slides. The content involved is as simple as a search on the Internet.But Xiao Chongyun believes that for a perfumer of Su Lan's level, even if he deliberately hides it, he can still learn a lot.

Zhang Song did not follow.

He was carefully looking at a business card, which was caught in the crack of the door.

"A sewer pipe again? Xiaosongsong, throw it away~"

Zhang Song handed over the business card silently.

This is a clean and elegant blue cloth business card with a simple message.

Lotus senior perfumer Su Lan

TEL: 13678083XXX

ADD: Room 13, Floor 1307, Lotus Headquarters, Shanghai

The phone number line was crossed out with a black pen, and a new number was rewritten, with a bracket next to it: I hope to contact you Su Lan.

The two words Su Lan are so flying that they almost occupy half of the page of the business card.

Xiao Chongyun held the business card between two fingers, and leaned against the counter to look carefully.The orange-red sunset in autumn fell on the shoulders of his windbreaker through the glass, bringing a warm tone to his pale skin.Slightly unshaven, with a straight and straight nose.The neckline of the windbreaker stood up, like a barrier, protecting himself tightly.After a while, he put the business card into his wallet: "Who do you think? Su Lan from Lotus NO.2! How could he contact us? He's probably a liar, so ignore him."

"I thought it was a rematch notice." He shrugged disappointedly: "Missed work for three days, go and work for me."

Although Xiao Chongyun's perfume shop is narrow, it is very deep.Behind a small door in the store is a lounge for lunch breaks, a washroom, and a fragrance studio.Xiao Chongyun spent all his savings in this studio.Spice cabinets, scent test papers, and droppers are all available, and only the aroma analyzer is a rusty, obsolete and depreciated item bought.

After Zhang Song entered the studio, he began to busy himself, while Xiao Chongyun just sat on a rattan chair by the window and began to write the formula.An unprepared perfume sample fell to the ground and shattered, and the strong fragrance of roses permeated the warm room in autumn.

Xiao Chongyun lowered his head and wrote, gradually frowning: "Did I smell... the smell of roses?"

Zhang Song muffled: "This is the real taste."

Xiao Chongyun just laughed, stretched himself in the rattan chair, walked over and squatted beside the kid to help him pick up a large piece of glass shards: "I thought it was another hallucination."

The hand was suddenly held down.

"Without your help."

The uncle's self-esteem was hit: "Huh?"

The kid repeated: "You are the boss, so you don't need to help." He paused, and then asked: "Phantom smell...is it not getting better?"

Xiao Chongyun suddenly felt something stabbed in his heart, and frowned because of the pain. "Don't worry, it will be fine." He smiled dryly and walked out the door: "I'll go to the store."

Phantom smell.

When Zhang Song was notified for the first time that he could come here to work, Xiao Chongyun took him into the studio in the inner hall, sat on the rattan chair with his legs up, and introduced casually: "Next to the workbench is the spice cabinet, and there are 340 six perfume ingredients, each of which you must memorize. What I need is not just a shopkeeper, but a 'nose' - because I can't smell it."

He thought for a while, then added with a smile: "It's not that I can't smell it, but I can't be sure which one is the 'real smell'."

"You may have heard of phantom smells? I can smell a lot of smells that don't exist. These smells are mixed with real aromas, so I... can't tell which one is 'real'."

Xiao Chongyun was laughing when he spoke, but Zhang Song felt that there was something deep in his eyes that made people unable to laugh.

It seemed as if I saw an eagle with a wounded wing trying to defend its dignity.

Zhang Song's major is fine chemistry, and he has learned the basics of perfume in class, so he knows the importance of smell to perfumers.To prepare a perfume, it is necessary to accurately distinguish the aroma and proportion of each raw material, so they must have an olfactory sensitivity that cannot be matched by others.Top perfumers must be able to distinguish at least two thousand kinds of fragrance.In order to protect the sense of smell, many perfumers do not drink alcohol, refuse any irritating food, and even put huge insurance on their noses.

So he understands what a blow phantom smell is to a perfumer.

What surprised him the most was that such a perfumer with phantom smell successfully concocted all the perfumes in this perfume shop.

Each one has its own uniqueness.

So the little ghost asked directly: "Can't you smell it?"

The waste material uncle didn't take it seriously: "But I remember it. I remember the aroma of each raw material, and I can remember the smell of one spice mixed with another spice." He patted the kid on the head: " This is called olfactory imagination, and if you can become a professional perfumer one day, you will know how it is. Okay, now help me smell the perfume in the store...is it the smell I expected... ..."

For the next two years, Xiao Chongyun prepared the perfume, while Zhang Song was responsible for judging whether the finished product was consistent with the expected fragrance.This is why Zhou Tianhao felt that the fragrance of "December" was too rough, because he couldn't give the little ghost too much guidance on this point.

Sometimes Xiao Chongyun would smile wryly to himself, not because he didn't want to go back to the perfume world, but because he couldn't go back.The six years of Ji Fangdan Joles Perfume School were the most dazzling moments in his life. He didn't want to beg his former friends for a job in the perfume industry that doesn't require the sense of smell, and he didn't want people to know that the "Oriental Xiao" was born because of illusion. Sniff, reduced to a third-rate perfumer.

Su Lan got on the plane and didn't go back to Shanghai, but went directly to a small town in Yunnan.It is the main production area of ​​German iris in China, and a batch of iris cream has just reached the three-year natural aging time, and has begun to emit a rich aroma.Su Lan is used to choosing raw materials for her own works, so she decided to go there.

The harvest season of iris is in May, and I just missed a large dark blue flower field in autumn.Su Lan was in the supplier's waiting room trying to smell the newly ripe iris gelatin, and suddenly remembered to call Zhou Tianhao: "My assistant has been waiting for three days, and the store you mentioned has been closed, so I asked the assistant to leave a A business card with my name written on it..."

"By the way, have you figured out the theme for next season's new product?"

"I only decided on a large range of oriental fragrances. Or... Chinese fragrances." Zhou Tianhao thought for a while: "A friend said this before, instead of looking for European elegance and style, it is better to look back at us. culture. He said that representative "Oriental Fragrance" perfumes, such as Saint Laurent's "Opium", mysterious and spicy fragrances are still the definition of us by Westerners. That person once said that perfume is a bottle, why? We don’t put our own culture in it, but cling to Dutch spices and Parisian style? Until recently, I didn’t think my friend’s words made sense.”

Su Lan pouted: "Europe is the birthplace of perfume."

"I know."

Zhou Tianhao was bored in his studio playing the competition form for the semi-finals.The sound of high heels stepping on the floor, from far to near, the female assistant pushed the door in with the information: "Boss, the list of the rookie show rematch has been finalized. These are the selected entries."

The author has something to say: This article is an empty fantasy goofy little white article, comrades please pay attention to the two words [overhead] and [fantasy], this is the key point! (Stop making excuses for your BUG, ​​trash!)