Imagine, if you will, that Madame de la Rougierre, the exceedingly creepy and exquisitely cruel governess in Le Fanu's gothic tale Uncle Silas, was taken to task for her evil ways and, as divine punishment, was reincarnated into a brooding French bisque portrait poupée having to endure dusty shelves and grubby little hands for eternity. That is what the smolderingly honeyed orange blossom, wickedly animalic. waxily aldehydic, musty-powdery melancholy of Caron Narcisse Noir smells of. In a good way? Or...as good as it gets for our delightfully nasty Mme de la Rougierre, I guess?
Imagine, if you will, that Madame de la Rougierre, the exceedingly creepy and exquisitely cruel governess in Le Fanu's gothic tale Uncle Silas, was taken to task for her evil ways and, as divine punishment, was reincarnated into a brooding French bisque portrait poupée having to endure dusty shelves and grubby little hands for eternity. That is what the smolderingly honeyed orange blossom, wickedly animalic. waxily aldehydic, musty-powdery melancholy of Caron Narcisse Noir smells of. In a good way? Or...as good as it gets for our delightfully nasty Mme de la Rougierre, I guess?