Black and gray descend on the plain. In the dim light of the mists that descend and cling to the relief, Lü Bu. It stands out, a folded shadow: the sublime fog of the end of the battle. Almost dead, the once most feared man of the Empire, son of iron and fire, betrayed by his own people, then traitor to the Kingdom, devours himself with his own legend.
In a dense, dark and magnetic fragrance, SORA DORA marks its rebirth today. Like an olfactory scar, the notes - direct, almost metallic - open with a vivid and tannic clove, dragging in their wake the harshness of blood on a still warm blade. When the heart beats faster, between the first shock and the silence, a piece of Armenian paper burns - a forgotten altar - while the iris, noble and powdery, whispers the hero's loneliness.
More than glory and power, Lü Bu talks about sacrifice and memory. A fragrance like an oath. Doesn't try to please. He chooses you as a weapon and offers himself to his warrior. True to all who wear their shades with pride. Whose presence is an epitaph. Whose silence is a statement.
To your battles.
Top notes:
Cloves
Gunpowder
Heart notes:
Papier d'Arménie
Iris
Blood
Base notes:
Black vanilla absolute
Tonka absolute
Amyris essence
Essence of guaiac
Almond