FAUX SEMBLANT

Faux Semblant is elusive. It constantly sways between twilight and dawn, between the half-light of a corridor and the sumptuously lit up drawing rooms of the Hôtel Particulier. It slips away, dodges, hides. It constantly plays with appearances.



Its complex personality expresses itself in a fragrance created in chiaroscuro where orange blossom, wrapped in woody essences, unveils surprising facets. You thus discover that this supposedly innocent flower keeps its cards close to its chest.