The Perfumist of Paris (The Jaipur Trilogy, #3)

by Alka Joshi

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

How fragile our hearts are when we open them wide to allow love that never arrives!

“Being a woman is difficult. I can see why my mother didn’t like her own gender. We can do so much. Give so much. But not everyone wants what we’re offering. And in the end, we’re left with...pieces of a whole. Shards. Splinters. Chips. Pick them up, they cut our hands. Leave them on the ground, they cut our feet. It’s hard for us to just walk away.”