August 1859. Eleven weeks out of Westport, a fifteen-year-old boy working the gut of a poor fish hauls up a grey stone heavier than it ought to be - ambergris, whale gold, worth more than the ship that found it. The second mate teaches him two things on the spot: what the stone is, and how to lie about it.
Over the next half century, Ezra Stone builds a quiet empire out of that stone and the ones that follow, from the wharves of New Bedford to the back rooms of Paris, supplying the great perfume houses with the one ingredient they cannot make and cannot do without. He measures men. He keeps his ledger. He corrects his accounts. And he does it long after a fever takes from him the very thing he sells - a merchant of scent who cannot smell a house on fire.
An ocean away, in the salons of the Rue Saint-Honor , the most famous nose in Paris labors over a masterpiece he will not live to finish - and a son must decide what a dead man's work is worth.
Grey Ambre spans 1859 to 1912, from the flensing deck to the lit tower over Paris - a novel of scent, money, memory, and the patient settling of accounts. In the tradition of Perfume and Moby-Dick, it is the story of a self-made man in the age of self-made men, and the price of the one thing his fortune could never buy back.