Faux Semblant

Faux Semblant is elusive. It oscillates constantly between dusk and dawn, between the gloom of a corridor and the sumptuously lit halls of the Hôtel Particulier. He slips, dodges, hides. He constantly plays with appearances. Its complex personality is expressed in a fragrance created in chiaroscuro where orange blossom, wrapped in woody essences, reveals surprising facets. This is how we discover that this supposedly innocent flower keeps its cards close to its chest.