He banged his fist against his brow - to think he had not realized this before. But of course this unique scent could not be used in a raw state. He must set it like the most precious gemstone. He must design a diadem of scent, and at its sublime acme, intertwined with the other scents and yet ruling over them, his scent would gleam. He would make a perfume using all the precepts of the art, and the scent of the girl behind the wall would be the very soul of it.
As the adjuvants, as base, tenor and soprano, as zenith and a fixative, musk and civet, attar of roses or neroli were inappropriate - that was certain. For such a perfume, for a human perfume, he had need of other ingredients.