I’ve talked a little about ghosts and a lot about perfumes; but I have never mentioned how closely the two happen to be related: it goes back to 1654 and even earlier, so this is a Paris-Versailles, or rather Louvre-Versailles connection. And this is why before we take a look up the royal nostrils, I need to give you a little bit of background.
So I took a couple of pictures of the old Louis XIV bedroom that awkwardly serves as an entrance to the Egyptian section of the Louvre. Wrong place, of course! They simply put this carved-wood ceiling and the alcove where it physically fits — we are in the Colonnade of the Louvre, whereas this whole thing should be hanging in the Royal Pavilion overlooking la Seine.
Details are important, although my commitment to authentic reconstruction could be annoying. I am simply mindful of those who may go back there sniffing around in all the wrong places. Yes, it is on the record that Louis XIV suffered from frequent nightmares and olfactory hallucinations at the old palace. And what did he smell? Blood.