By opening the grocery door this morning, a powerful scent of both tonka bean, vanillin, coumarin, labdanum, patchouli and resins like benzoin emerges. It is amber, Lucienne would recognize it among all. The ladies of the village loved to sprinkle on it and the bottles of perfume were sold like hotcakes. She goes to the shelf and sees a broken one on the floor. Today, despite the rain, it will be necessary to leave the door of the store open she says to herself.