I was absolutely amazed and impressed by Patrick Süskind's ability to describe so perfectly (sometimes beautifully, sometimes disgustingly) all the scents of the world, from the overcrowded and sweaty city of Paris to the crisp, fresh, dampness of a cave untouched by man. The language is just beautiful in this novel. While reading it I noticed I was beginning to pay more attention to how everything around me smelled, trying to notice the subtle nuances and flavors as Grenouille did. The whole perfuming business and the techniques used to strain essences from flowers and things were actually really interesting to read about. You can tell Süskind did some extensive research on the processes and really studied the art of smell. I also thought he did a wonderful job of characterizing Grenouille. He's one of the most unique and unusual characters I've come across in a while and I'm sure I won't forget him soon. I thought the portrayal of Grenouille as a tick, dropping from solitary branches only periodically to feed on a host and then withdraw back into himself, was perfect. Yet somehow, even after all the atrocious murders and his inability to really be human and love or be loved, I could still pity him. He was never taught what love was and therefore couldn't know it, and no one was ever able to fight their repulsion of him to show him the difference between right and wrong. It's not surprising that he was more animal than man - he was left to his own defenses and became the roughest semblance of a human being that he could through the use of his extraordinary talent. A very interesting novel.