Fragrance of Memories

Fragrance of Memories

By:  Hin Quinn  Ongoing
Language: English
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What is the taste of betrayal? It’s bitter, like the fading fragrance of wilted roses. Camille, a talented yet proud perfumer, suddenly loses her sense of smell after a fateful accident. On the verge of despair and the collapse of her family’s fragrance brand, she is forced to collaborate with Antoine Moreau, a digital scent developer. Amidst the splendor of Paris, in a clash between tradition and technology, new scents begin to emerge – not only from the perfume bottles but also from Camille's heart, which she thought had long been closed.

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6 Chapters

Chapter 1. Rediscovering the Scent

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
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Chapter 2. The Digital Muse

"Muse" quickly processed the data. A 3D image of a lily of the valley appeared on the screen, rotating slowly. Beneath it, rows of information: origin, year of harvest, chemical composition, comparisons with other lily of the valley extracts, and notes on the emotions and impressions the scent evoked.The voice of "Muse" echoed in the quiet room, deep and warm, yet lively:“... Lily of the valley essence, 1998, characterized by the green, dewy freshness of leaves kissed by the first rays of sunlight, intertwined with the pure white floral notes, carrying a soft sweetness, gently spiced with cedarwood... The base note conjures a sense of clarity, elegance, a grace that is timeless yet enigmatic. It evokes spring, new beginnings, and... the hope of true love.”The room fell silent. Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity.Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered t
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Chapter 3. Moonlight Night

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
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Chapter 4. A stream of memories

Antoine paused, considering for a moment, then smiled. "You win, Camille Dubois. Leather does sound much more fitting." He typed rapidly into the keyboard. "'Muse,' add a touch of classic leather oil—rich, warm, and mysterious."The deep voice of "Muse" echoed, as if part of some hidden ritual: “Acknowledged. Adding leather oil…”Their workdays were filled with tension at times, but also joy. Camille gradually relaxed, rekindling the excitement and passion she thought she had lost forever. Antoine, with his youthful creativity and energy, also displayed an unexpected sensitivity and finesse. He learned to listen to Camille—not just with his ears but with his heart.One day, while working on a scent for “Champs-Élysées at Sunset,” Camille nearly gave up. She wanted to recreate the bustling, elegant atmosphere of the iconic avenue, infused with a sense of nostalgia and romance as the streetlights flickered on. Yet, she wasn’t satisfied with the current formula.“Something’s missing… a s
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Chapter 5. The feelings

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
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Chapter 6. Touching the heart

Camille couldn't stop thinking about Antoine. She had tried driving around the city, hoping the familiar sights and smells would clear her mind. But no matter how far she went, her thoughts kept circling back to him—the way he smiled, the quiet way he listened, the care he took with every small gesture.“This needs to stop,” she muttered to herself, gripping the railing. "He’s a colleague, nothing more."But as the night stretched on and the stars flickered above, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed—something she wasn’t sure she wanted to forget.The way Antoine looked at her—so gently, with a feeling that was hard to name—stayed with Camille long after she left the office. She wasn’t naïve. She knew it wasn’t just admiration or professional respect. But what exactly it was, even she wasn’t ready to confront.“Maybe… it’s just a fleeting feeling,” she told herself as she poured a glass of wine at home, hoping to relax. “Perhaps I’m just overtired after the accide
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