The warm Mediterranean air around the little French town of Grasse was heavy with the fragrance of carnations, jasmine and roses. Working in quick-fingered teams, the white-bloused girls of Grasse filled wicker baskets with blossoms, carried them to the huge stills to have the odorous oils extracted. Combined and transmuted by chemists, they will be dabbed behind the ears of women throughout the world to multiply the risk of genteel seduction.
As the harvest continued at Grasse this week, the prospects of the French perfume trade were not as pretty as the blossoms....
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