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Mircalla, Countess Karnstein

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Black velvet, blackcurrant, and black roses.

 

I remembered it; it was a small picture, about a foot and a half high, and nearly square, without a frame; but it was so blackened by age that I could not make it out.

 

The artist now produced it, with evident pride. It was quite beautiful; it was startling; it seemed to live. It was the effigy of Carmilla!

 

“Carmilla, dear, here is an absolute miracle. Here you are, living, smiling, ready to speak, in this picture. Isn’t it beautiful, Papa? And see, even the little mole on her throat.”

 

My father laughed, and said “Certainly it is a wonderful likeness,” but he looked away, and to my surprise seemed but little struck by it, and went on talking to the picture cleaner, who was also something of an artist, and discoursed with intelligence about the portraits or other works, which his art had just brought into light and color, while I was more and more lost in wonder the more I looked at the picture.

 

“Will you let me hang this picture in my room, papa?” I asked.

 

“Certainly, dear,” said he, smiling, “I’m very glad you think it so like. It must be prettier even than I thought it, if it is.”

 

The young lady did not acknowledge this pretty speech, did not seem to hear it. She was leaning back in her seat, her fine eyes under their long lashes gazing on me in contemplation, and she smiled in a kind of rapture.

 

“And now you can read quite plainly the name that is written in the corner. It is not Marcia; it looks as if it was done in gold. The name is Mircalla, Countess Karnstein, and this is a little coronet over and underneath A.D. 1698. I am descended from the Karnsteins; that is, mamma was.”

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Well, I didn't expect or want to be first, and I rarely write reviews anymore, but here goes...

 

Must love black musk.

 

Seriously. There is only a hint of rose so far and the black currant is missing. The black musk is the same as By day she turned herself into a cat (you know which one) and is awesome. I am curious what other folks will say about this one. Also curious to see how it will age. So...black velvet=black musk 🙂

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This is beautiful. On me I get all three notes - the tart blackcurrant, the floral rose, and the a darkening haze of velvet which I have trouble naming but  think must be the musk the review above mine named. It reminds me of the drydown stage of Wilhelmina Murray, but simpler in its balance. This is smooth and sensual, definitely fitting for an elegant woman vampire. I am delighted with it.

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