Givenchy 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…
