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Unformatted text preview: steam floated from the chimney. Before entering the plant, I
signed a nondisclosure form, promising not to reveal the brand names of products that contain IFF flavors. The place reminded me of Willy
Wonka’s chocolate factory. Wonderful smells drifted through the hallways, men and women in neat white lab coats cheerfully went about
their work, and hundreds of little glass bottles sat on laboratory tables and shelves. The bottles contained powerful but fragile flavor
chemicals, shielded from light by the brown glass and the round plastic caps shut tight. The long chemical names on the little white labels
were as mystifying to me as medieval Latin. They were the odd-sounding names of things that would be mixed and poured and turned into
new substances, like magic potions.
I was not invited to see the manufacturing areas of the IFF plant, where it was thought I might discover trade secrets. Instead, I toured
various laboratories and pilot kitchens, where the flavors of well-established bran...
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- Spring '08